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momentsnfilm · 4 months

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“a girl must be somewhere secrets are kept.”

A Murder at the End of the World _ TV, 2023

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momentsnfilm · 9 months

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Seeing Red.

Seeing Glenda.

Searching for my breathe in Oz.

The life in a reel breaks my body, an old me trying to escape.

I’ve become a woman.

My mothers hands are fossils now and the tears among my laughter echo among the theaters dimples.

Creator, take me to the universe where stars are made into movies.

Talk to Her | Director: Pedro Almodovar (2002)

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momentsnfilm · 9 months

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I learned as a little girl that-that I could never be Icarus…Passionate yet dumb enough to try and find home in things that don’t want or look for my touch. But here’s the kicker? That thing - whose gaze gives you a cold shoulder - still craves you, stalking you with invisible eyes until you’re sitting in a 1966 Ford Thunderbird amongst valleys and dirt God only knows the secrets too…It was this moment last night where I realized women don’t have an infantry like we’re always trying to be occupied…Always having to make love in war. Our infantry women are gone with the dust and-and I’m tired…Tomorrow is going to come and I want us to ride these dirt roads like the River Styx. Never stopping until we reach a paradise - one where we can finally be Icarus. And just then we’ll understand why you’re called Thelma and I’m Louise.

Thelma & Louise | Director: Ridley Scott (1991)

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momentsnfilm · 9 months

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Will our greatest moments…I mean how could they…Even now my dreams fail to flash before the moon.

I need you to tell me if our greatest feelings, moments stay with us when we go? Do they become stardust in our eyes? Whistle secrets clothed as truths? Or do they get stuck in our fingernails as residue - from the uncovering of when my skin last felt at home in yours?

The road I’m traveling down is leaving no room to nudge our hearts forward. We’ll both be on opposite sides of the rubble, once the wrecking bathes our names in memory. I beg Wednesday, and all the days of the week,to let me take you with me when I go.

It’s the last stop on the train and I’ve never been more scared of what the breeze of forever could feel like.

Fingernails | Director: Christos Nikou (2024)

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momentsnfilm · 1 year

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My eyes struck open at an odd hour. It was 3:45 AM. The tea I left out for you - the one that made your lips taste of honeysuckle - still sits on the counter. Then I started moving around the house like a boxer without ambition causing the wooden floors to creak in the hum of your voice…That old scratched record that I tend to play to ease me back to writing. Or when I need to find my way back to some place that isn’t really a destination but the announcement a memory has been sold to me.

Yesterday, I saw your face in the snow. I was going out to shovel and there you were. The snowflakes around here fall from God’s tears with smiles, knowing they are kamikaze pilots dedicated to: painting city streets with Heaven stained portraits of the blues imprinted on many Midwest souls. But you, your rosy face, made the snow glimmer. It was as if you were huddled by the fireplace whispering ghost stories into my half asleep dreams again.

I kept on shoveling, etching a canvas around the odd structure of your face. You always looked like a character I drew on a Christmas list once yet I had to wait years before you presented yourself to me. Now my daily work is a tribute to all you were and the places I still have to take you with my stories. You’re the phantom thread that keeps my body whole, my imagination young, and memories afloat. These blue collar hands will always be dedicated to the lost poem you’ll always be.

| Phantom Thread (2017) Dir: P. T. Anderson |

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momentsnfilm · 1 year

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Kids don’t know how to wish softly but you did. Then underneath the yellow slide you taught me how. Over and over again, I wished to have wings to fly, to migrate futures where we evolved together but separate. It’s been 20 years since I’ve seen the breeze sculpt your face. I can look at you, in the present, and see the grey hair inching from the left side of your hair like a leaf happy it’s Spring time. What would my days be like if I got to see the birth of that grey hair? What would we be if those 20 years had stayed with us? A woman I know - most are passerbys, I admit, because of you - saw your picture and asked: “Do you even know who she is anymore?”

I stopped. And without wishing away her answer, I replied, “She’s my broken language. Though I may leave home and lose my native echo, somewhere within me it’s there even if broken, not how it once was. It’s there the second I speak. That’s what she is for me.”

They say a wish is never forgotten, only grows. I wished many things the day you left…But the one I know as true, no matter who holds your hand, is: We’ll always be our yesterdays and tomorrows. We are, infinitely linked, throughout our past lives.

Past Lives | Director: Celine Song (2023)

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momentsnfilm · 1 year

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I once whispered to my mother, “Why do our people have secrets like they’re quiet friends?” An age old question she’d been trying to solve - even pursuing degrees to map out the areas in our minds that tell us to bleed, quietly, for the world - yet silence gripped her teeth.

The pains of yesteryears swell up in the genes of those to follow. Those people who drink the past without regard for the sun to come. It’s a common symptom of those who history bore sorrow into their hands. Their feet. And words. When will my people’s ‘quiet friends’ exit the stage…

Arab Blues (2019) - Dir. Manele Labidi

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momentsnfilm · 2 years

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I held my body awake past midnight’s toll. I waited for me but only the ghost of lovers’ hands were on the pillows, strangling themselves in my bed sheets…Before I knew what I was doing, I started chanting the film of my life in the key of ‘Once. Upon. A. Time.’

I never would’ve known it was all a trick I was happy with. In another life, monuments would’ve held my name up like I was Gatsby. But, before the storybook could save me, I became the icon I couldn’t escape - no matter the distance, Blonde strands dragged me home but never let me enter. I could only watch who I should’ve been live the life I wanted…It’s the only movie I begged God for and asked Him to make…Because, finally, the world would’ve believed I’m unforgettable…Am I??… - M.M.

|Blonde (2022) - Directed By: Andrew Dominik|

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momentsnfilm · 2 years

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“I wish people could see Miami through me, pass through my imagination of my home…”

I sat and watched the child in you play amongst the jungle gym of memories that came to bid you a goodbye before your mind could offer up a prayer to Time. Even though your Indian food was getting cold, we were two dreamers hoping to drift away in the capital of shooting stars: New York City.

Throughout the day with you, I’m reminded of poetry, the capturing of a days light in-between your words - syllables full of a Cuban twist - on the life you’ve built for yourself. And as we ended the day in the church of moving pictures, a song performed itself for me anytime I caught a glimpse of your smile or how your laugh echoed in every corner. When these notes faded, I believed all I needed was to hold your hand to discover your reflection - the one that’s never ending, the one you shy away from showing fully, at times. Seeing you, I could smell and taste Miami. I felt like Picasso floating amid the Cuban coast to figure out the new wonderment the land could give him as tribute to its immortality. If only he met you…

I would’ve encountered you, and all your tales, through a portrait of the girl you were always meant to be - as if the eyes of the world were shut to what you truly can offer it. Miami, your home, and the land of your ancestors cries are beautiful because they birthed you.

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momentsnfilm · 2 years

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My hunt led me straight to you. Though I can’t seem to figure out if desire was waiting at the turn…Or, in the absence of my own gaze, my hunger sought a song for you - from every inch of my bones, and all - making me your purgatory.

Bones & All (2022) - Dir. Luca Guadagnino

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momentsnfilm · 2 years

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The meaning of nostalgia, summed up in a single line and in the span of 5 seconds…

Through the New Year, I hope I don’t forget the ledge, leading me to embrace the last leg - chasing me like a wild horse named Fate.

||The Worst Person in the World

Dir. Joachim Trier (2022) ||

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momentsnfilm · 3 years

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Hold on a bit longer...

We will be back in our Eden soon.

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momentsnfilm · 3 years

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“I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life - I don’t apologize - to take care of my family...I don’t apologize - that’s my life - but I thought that, that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the string...Well, it wasn’t enough time, Michael” - THE GODFATHER

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momentsnfilm · 3 years

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When a woman cries, a universe crumbles at its knees and we are all there to witness it - even if our ears can’t comprehend what God has chosen us to know...

The Passion of Joan of Arc • 1928

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momentsnfilm · 3 years

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“I woke up this morning, you know… and the sun was shining, and it was nice, and all that type of stuff. And the first thing, I saw you, and, uh, I said, “Boy, this is gonna be one terrific day, so you better live it up, because tomorrow you’ll be nothing.” You see? And I almost was.“

Rebel Without a Cause (1955) dir. Nicholas Ray

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momentsnfilm · 3 years

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WORDS FROM A STRANGER CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE

|Good Will Hunting - Gus Van Sant’97|

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momentsnfilm · 3 years

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Bet you wanna rip my heart out,

Bet you wanna skip my calls now...

| Fatal Attraction - Dir. By: Adrian Lyne (1987) |

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