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12.28.2005 [spoiler ahead!] if it were my contact lenses which held back my tears, i probably wouldn't hate myself as much; but the very fact that i wasn't the least bit disturbed by a film of such gargantuan emotional proportions is telling - of what i have evolved to be. i am positively disappointed with me.  i guess my indifference had something to do with my previous aspiration to become a male gigolo. selling your body is really not much, as long as STDs are out of the question. after all, it's just skin. and a hole/pole. not much. i was very affected, though, when aunt anna (that f*cking whorebitch) was lazing comfortably in lilya's old house while lilya starved off the cold in some rundown apartment. i would have strangled the old hag if i were her- she kicked lilya out on the excuse that she didn't have enough money to pay for the rent and that the house was too big for lilya alone. the second surge of emotion arose when andrei was introduced to the plot. something about 'love, cheated' made me mildly annoyed - but especially because his appearance reminded me of a certain someone i fondly remember. but that were all which made me uncomfortable. i thought the ending was a pretty happy one and thus i moved on, out of the cinema. [+] the soundtrack is pretty out-of-this-world. a woman two seats away screamed when one of the more prominent tracks started rolling. 21:07 / and blackened tears fell with mine // |
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i totally agree what that anut did was whorrible! i felt most for the scene when volodya was "abandoned" by lilya and then later killed himself... but it was kinda beautiful he came back to save lilya though the wings were kinda cheesy
weexian
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