Krzysztof Kieslowski’s Three Colors trilogy: Trois couleurs: Bleu, Trzy kolory: Bialy, Trois couleurs: Rouge.
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Julie Delpy: ‘Hollwood hates me – but I don’t care’
She’s been fired by every acting agency in town, refused an invite to Vanity Fair’s Oscars bash, even pimps wouldn’t fund her films … so how is Julie Delpy still making movies?
Nude Julie Delpy and machine gun-toting Julie Delpy are pretty much the only great things about this, as I recall. I DVR’d it and tried watching it again a couple of months ago—I saw it in like, 8th-grade, I think—and couldn’t get into it much (guess which scene I fast-forwarded to). Then again, I was dying to make space on the DVR and probably didn’t give it a fair chance.
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I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.
Before Sunset (2004)
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You can never replace anyone,
because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
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Julie Delpy in Three Colors: White (Trzy kolory: Bialy)
(Krzysztof Kieslowski - 1994)
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This is my way of welcoming Gretchen back to Tumblr. HI GRETCHEN! I SEE YOU IN ALMOST ONE MONTH!
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Teaser trailer for 2 Days in New York! There is another one here. She’s even singing the music in this. Delpy overload.
I AM READY FOR THIS. Now, film, actually come to New York so I can watch you.
#5—a love story in a movie→JESSE AND CELINE FROM BEFORE SUNSET/SUNRISE (1995/2004)
“I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”—Celine. (Before Sunrise)
“We’re just living in the pretense of a marriage, responsibility, you know, all these ideas of how people are supposed to live. But then I have these dreams, you know, that I’m standing in a platform and you keep going by on a train and you go by, and you go by, and you go by, you go by. And I wake up with the fucking sweats. And then I have this other dream where you are pregnant in bed beside me naked and I want so badly to touch you, but you tell me not to and you look away. And I— And I touch you anyway right in your ankle, and your skin is so soft that I wake up in sobs, all right? And my wife is there looking at me, and I feel I’m a million miles from her. And I know there’s something wrong, that I— that I can’t keep living like this that there’s gotta be more to love that commitment. But then I think that I might have given up on the whole idea of romantic love. I might have put it to bed that day— that day when you weren’t there. “—Jesse. (Before Sunset)
You’re all going to unfollow me for posting this, right? But…it’s Valentine’s Day so fitting…
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