Sing me a song, tell me about the things you’re dealing with lately.
I pictured a scene. You, me, drowning in musical heaven, good foods, random talks and endless laughs. All by the seaside.
Pretty please …
I have this certain fetish that I’d love to watch my favorite movie over and over again. I honestly love the feelings to know how its storyline turns cause it’s easily memorized in my head. I know it’s weird, but hell yeah.. that’s one of the best feeling for me personally. :)
And the movie An Education is among one of my all-time favorite movies list. The story is actually just fine and felt a bit long.. but the scenes, the soundtracks, the clothes, the hair and make up is PERFECT, you can actually feel the 60’s vibe. I have some of my favorite scenes, which is the one when they were in Paris and at the jazz club. Those scenes are very romantic and beautiful.
For those who haven’t seen it, the film tells the true story of Lynn Barber- an almost remarkably ordinary school girl (called Jenny in the film) from Twickenham whose life is momentarily transformed when she (and less literally her parents) are seduced by a much older and seemingly impossibly glamorous man.
The title plays on the fact that her former desire to receive ’An Education’ in the formal and conventional setting of Oxford is disrupted by the apparent ‘education’ her new acquaintance and his fast set offers in opera, art, auctions, music, fashion, Paris and general sophistication.
It’s a film that perfectly captures the conflict between two ‘value’ systems that vie for the claim over an 18 year old girl who is simultaneously child-like when she giggles with her hormone-ridden, awkward friends; naturally poised when dressed up like a doll by a ditsy clothes horse (played hysterically by the infact Oxford-educated Rosamund Pike), and snobby towards her square, suburban parents in a way that adds another, and at times uncomfortable, edge to the narrative.
It is a wonderful study of late adolescence not as something hysterical and angst-ridden but as a point at which people teeter onto their own feet and make tentative grow- up steps away from everything that previously seemed concrete, only to cyclically collapse back into that growing-up place when not everything is quite as liberating as it seems.
Sometimes I think we waste our words and waste our moments, and we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance.
- One Tree Hill