Saturday, 21 June 2008

exposure and ritual prevention

J.Cassavetes, Faces


Aggelos Gavrihlos said...

You're stupid.
So help me God, you're stupid.

I'm stupid? You can't even say a decent
"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers."

All you do is say, "Peter Piper picked
a peck of pickled poopers."

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

I dream ofJeannie, Peter Piper...

laughing, dancing,
having a good time.

Does it begin to come back to you?

Oh, you're such a child.

I am not a child.
You're a... You're a lousy dancer.

- You oughta take lessons.
- Well, I took dances.

You know, you have a tin ear too.
You can't even carry a tune.

But last night you danced
and you sang and you just let it all go...

and didn't we have a good time?

You liked making love to me, didn't you?

- Yes, I did.
- So, you see, there. That's good, isn't it?

And you... you enjoyed
my company too, didn't you?

I enjoyed your company.

And you said that you trusted me,
didn't you?

Yes, I did.

And you thought Peter Piper
was pretty important last night, didn't you?

- Didn't you?
- Yes, I did.

You see? I'm always right.

I listened to your demented
dialogue too, didn't I?

- Yes, you did.
- And I thought you were crazy, didn't I?

But I made love to you,
and I held you in my arms all night.

And if you'd been out in the street last night,
they'd have had you committed. Wouldn't they?


I suppose so.

You son of a gun.

How come you hate me now?


do me a favor?

Don't be silly anymore.

Just be yourself.

But I am myself.

Who else would I be?

I'm serious.

Definition of"serious."

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

xtina said...

Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us

(u are an angel)