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O inima franta sau cum sa traiesti in proximitatea potentialului de nefiinta. Recomand: Love and death, Woody Allen, 1975. Are de toate, de la parodierea discursului dostoievskian, aluzii la cateva filme de Bergman (The Seventh Seal, Persona) pana la Groucho si Chaplin. Nu are rost sa fim tragici, nu? Eu, cel putin, asa cred.
Doua citate:
"Sonja: You were my one great love.
Boris: Oh, thank you very much. I appreciate that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm dead.
Sonja: What's it like?
Boris: What's it like? You know the chicken at Tresky's Restaurant? It's worse."
"Sonja: To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
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