Genius, 2016, dir. Michael Grandage.
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❁ The world needs poets.
❁ We are not what those characters we want to be. We are those characters we are.
❁ The only ideas worth writing about are the big ideas.
❁ But it was her eyes that stopped his breath and made his heart leap up. Blue they were. Even through the swirling vapors of pompous chesterfields and arrogant lucky strikes, he saw her eyes were a blue beyond blue, like the ocean. Blue beyond blue. A blue he could swim into forever and never miss a fire-engine red or a cornstalk yellow. Across the chasm of that room, that blue, those eyes devoured him and looked past him and never saw him and never would, of that he was sure. From that moment, he understood what the poets had been writing about these many years. All the lost, wandering, lonely souls who were now his brothers. He know a love that would never be his. So quickly did he fall for her that no one in the room even heard a sound. The whoosh as he fell, the clatter of his broken heart. It was a sure silence but his life was shattered.
❁ The adjectives are true.
❁ Pink is never just pink.
❁ Every image and the sound of every word matters.
❁ I think back in the caveman days, our ancestors would huddle around the fire at night and wolves would be howling in the dark, just beyond the light. And one person would start talking. And he would tell a story, so we wouldn't be so scared in the dark.
❁ No, honey. No, sometimes people just go away.