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πŸ’˜ my cinematic amorousness πŸ’˜
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I don’t treat films simply as stories. For me, it’s almost like a place where I want to escape πŸƒ‍♀️. Sometimes — to hide. Sometimes — to breathe life into a new way.

πŸŽ₯ The first was “Amelie”. I didn’t know the word “inspiration” back then, but since then I’ve started looking for the one in myself who can enjoy the little things.

⏳ Then there was “The Hours”, after which I walked around with a lump in my throat for half a day and didn’t understand how the text could hit the nail on the head so hard.

πŸ’€ "The Science of Sleep" left me with the feeling that love is not logic, but a sleepy world in which you can drown.

I watch my favorite movies over and over again. And each time - as if for the first time. It's not about the plot. It's about emotion πŸ’«. State. The film becomes not "what to watch", but "where to return" 🏠.

Sometimes I turn on a movie not for entertainment, but because I want to feel myself. Find out where I am - in intonation, in a look πŸ‘€, in a pause. There are scenes that I know by heart, but I still wait for them with bated breath.

It's like meeting an old friend 🀝. He won't tell you anything new, but you will feel warm just from his presence.

And if I'm sad - I turn on "Piana" 🎹 or "Magnolia" 🌸.

If it's happy — "Midnight in Paris" πŸŒ™ or "Julie and Julia" πŸ‘©‍🍳.

Maybe I'm just a romantic πŸ’–. Or maybe those films help me stay myself. And if I ask what relationship has been the most stable in my life — it will be the relationship with cinema 🎬.

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