Donnie Darko.
Hate to say it, cos you got millions of emo girls around this globe who say the same. But I totally love this film, and I like to think I know my film. I'm crying from beginning to end. It's a story of grace, and that gets me every time. Beautiful.
In terms of affecting me, it made me depressed for a few days (and always does, whenever I watch it) and absolutely FURIOUS to a relatively innocent school assembly debate thing. God, I was so pissy.
Oh but… that scene where Donnie grabs the fat Asian girl’s ear-muffs, and tells her that there is better for her. My god… it’s so so achingly sad. I’m tearing up. So sad.
“How’s does it feel to have a wacko for a son?”
“It feels wonderful.”
But this is the one film that really, really touched me. I love many films, but this one chimes so strongly for me.
But to offset this piece of mainstream cultiness: The Spirit of the Beehive.
Fucking gorgeous. Total poetry. I've only ever seen it once, and I'm thinking of never watching it again. And the film is, in part, ABOUT the power of film, which rounds this thing off nicely.
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