And look at the two of us
In sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything
It’s easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
The currency we spent
I love you
You pay my rent
I love you, you pay my rent
And look at the two of us
In sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything
It’s easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
The currency we spent
I love you
You pay my rent
I love you, you pay my rent
FRANZ: But... don’t the others hate me?
EVA: What are you, stupid? Haven’t you realized it’s all in your imagination, you mega-dork?
FRANZ: But... I hate myself.
MEIZE: One who truly hates himself, he cannot love. He cannot place his trust in another.
FRANZ: I’m a coward. I’m cowardly, sneaky, and weak.
BAST: No. Only if you think you are. But if you know yourself, you can take care of yourself.
FRANZ: I hate myself. But... maybe I could love…
earnestly regret not having seen this before writing my piece about a transmasc cinematic canon… if there’s ever a follow up i’m absolutely writing about this because it’s fucking insane. if you read the Jane Birkin character as a gay trans man - not at all hard considering she literally says “i’m a boy!” at one point - than this comes across as exceptionally progressive. of course this could just as easily be Serge Gainsbourg making a movie about how…
“nothing can justify what we did.”
it kind of surprises me that it’s taken Paul Schrader so long to make a movie about poker, or gambling in general because it’s so intensely focused on the hands and that’s so Bressonian. anyways Paul Schrader is one of my favourite filmmakers (i make no secret of this - for those not in the know i run the infamous paul_posts twitter account) because he speaks a lot to the anxieties and feelings of…