The film lit a fire in me to pursue writing. It inspired me to be more introspective. To write with honesty and authenticity.
I think it’s so beautiful when it rains. You see a different side of people. You see a different side of the world.
The soundtrack is pivotal, the narrative is refreshing and quirky and deep, and the protagonist’s growth throughout the story is commendable.
You asked, and we answered.
“You’re going to be single forever if you don’t lower your standards,” my friend cautioned me one afternoon this summer.
10. Sell your Uniqlo heat tech tights on Craigslist.
But now, I am a coffee drinker. Now I can. I can join the cool kids at trendy coffeehouses. I can start listening to Elliott Smith and Ingrid Michaelson. Perhaps date a graphic designer. The possibilities excite me. ?
Listening to the Empire Records soundtrack makes me kinda want to work at a cool record store with my cool friends, have sex with a washed up pop star, shave my head in the employee’s bathroom, take speed to do homework, shoplift, and throw myself a fake funeral. Or something.
I happened upon Requiem for a Dream at the local video store, and I’m pretty sure I was filled with tears by the end. It was so damn sad the way heroin fucked up all the characters lives, and the editing seemed so awesome. The score by the Kronos Quartet really tugged my heart strings. But now, looking back, what an overwrought, over-indulgent, over-stylized piece of shit that movie is.