the beach. with "
that guy from jeux d'enfants" :)) and dicaprio. and tilda. not his worst movie, as many would say. it's acceptable. good for a boring night. enjoy:
my name is richard. so what else d'you need to know? stuff about my family or where i'm from? none of that matters. not once you cross the ocean and cut yourself loose, looking for something more beautiful, something more exciting and, yes, i admit, something more dangerous.
this is where the hungry come to feed.
like every tourist, you want aaall to be safe, juuust like americaaa.
the only downer is everyone's got the same idea. we all travel thousands of miles just to watch tv and check into somewhere with all the comforts of home.
that island is.. is perfect. i mean.. i mean.. real perfection y'know? i'm not just talkin about "oh that's nice". it's the real fuckin deal okay? perfect.
no offense and all but.. you're fucked in the head right?

- locked out huh?
- yeah.
- lost your key?
- uh-huh.
- bummer.
- yeah, bummer.
when you develop an infatuation for someone, you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. it doesn't need to be a good reason. now in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. but in the haze of infatuation, it's just what you've been searching for all these years.

ahahaha ohohoho yeah! oh you europeans are so funny huh? you have such a playful sense of humor! no wonder your comedies conquered the world.
don't you go anywhere!
thank you lord for the twin pillars of civilization: christianity and cricket.
and i said to thee: "i shall provide"!!
right arm over wicket, three balls remaining. is there anyone who still does not understand it?

desire is desire everywhere you go.
1. she's just teasing you.
2. you don't speak french.
3. he speaks french. in fact even better than that..
4. he IS french.
5. he's much better at football.. sorry sorry.. soccer than you.
and 6. you're a bit strange rich.
amazing shark scene. no just kidding. the stupidest ever made. in the history of cinema. followed by the story told by him about how he killed the shark. which was absolutely hilarious:now before i start, there's just a couple of things you have to remember. number one you have to remain calm. right? number two you have to show no fear because the sharks.. you see, the sharks, they can sense that fear.. just as easily as they can sense blood. and so it went for me.. just as i knew it would, just as nature had ordained. its.. jaw wide open,
row upon row of these razor-sharp teeth glinting underwater like jagged diamonds. its tail fin sweeping back and forth as it surged in for the kill.
i swear to god my whole life flashed before my eyes. really, i had nothing left to offer except for pure reflex, pure reflex and
mankind's basic drive for survival that somehow shouts "NO! I WILL NOT DIE TO-DAY!". and that instant man i knew it was either the shark or me. the shark knew it. i knew it. but geez god.. it's nothing personal right? y'know it's just the way the world works. right? it's nature. but..
if i remember correctly.. in that last glimmer of its eyes, there was a moment between us where he said "hey richard man.. enjoy your dinner". (sunt sub scaun)
smell it! it's a part of me! i am becoming a fish richard! ordinary soap for ordinary people is a waste of time. i need something toxic, something industrial. okay?
get better or die. it's the hanging around in between that really pisses people off.
pay them in dollars, fuck their daughters and turn it into wonderland.
love, like grief, tends to fade away and be replaced by something more exciting.
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tried to watch titanic. the first 2 hours took me a week. also, if you pay attention and listen closely, you'll discover that titanic is a comedy. not a great one, but a comedy till the very end. will prove my theory after i've seen it all. but for now..:

rose: how cold?
jack: freezing.. maybe a couple degrees over. you ever-a.. ever been to wisconsin?
rose: what?!
jack: well they have some of the coldest winters around. i grew up there in chippewa falls. i remember when i was a kid me and my father we went ice-fishing out on lake wissota. ice-fishing is y'know where you..
rose: i know what ice-fishing is!!
jack: sorry. you just seem like, y'know, kind of an indoor girl. (makes
that face, which is hilarious)
also..
rose: d'you know of dr freud mr ismay? his ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.
ismay: freud? who is he? is he a passenger?
--to be continued...