In which Hunter Harris attempts to exorcise the movie quotes haunting her brain.
Save this article to read it later.
Find this story in your accountsSaved for Latersection.
Philip Seymour Hoffman is compassionate and panicky; Tom Cruisehas great hair.
That is absolutely correct, and also my new mantra.
Ive been returning toMagnoliafor the same reason IwatchJackiea lot, or why I watch scenes fromBirthonce a week.
(Someone c’mon give me alimited-series podcastto talkaboutBirth.)
All this privilege, all this expectation, all this failure, all this hurt.
But they do it while wearing mascara and maybe Chanel.
They do it while still living fabulously.
Something about that makes me laugh.
You fucking asshole, she tells him.
We start to see the cracks.
A moment ago, she was detached, aloof; now shes hysterical.
Her voice is raised, her eyes are wet.
She looks like shes just peeped the creature in a horror movie.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
An older pharmacist rushes to calm her down.
Dont you call me lady!
I have sickness all around me, and you fucking ask me my life?
Its Vivien Leigh inA Streetcar Named Desire.
And then you fucking ask me my life?
Linda says, And then you fucking ask me my life?
but what I hear is: And you feel entitled to this other piece of me, too?
Im into stories about confused, emotionally inarticulate people, because I am a confused, emotionally inarticulate person.
Julianne Moores performance checks both those boxes, with the added layer of responsibility.
I like those vulgar terms, and the way she breaks down loudly and seemingly out of nowhere.
But I get that its not for everyone.
But it is that very exhaustion that Im drawn to.
Dont fucking ask me my life!
