I just sat through Sprang Breakers and this is more or less how I felt.
In the ocean #2.
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Oh, I forgot how amazing this is. I was a lucky child to have this in my life (and thanks to VHS, to be able to watch it over and over again). The music is beautiful, the animation dreamy, the latino birds adorable, and Donald, annoying. Thank you, Buzzfeed, for bringing this back into my life.
Skip to 21:00 for the real magic.
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Microsoft thanks you, Honey Boo Boo.
Bubble on the balcony.
MARILYN : Everything’s ruined.
TC: I’ll take you home.
MARILYN : Give me a minute. I’ll be okay.
(Thus we traveled on to South Street, and indeed the sight of a ferry moored there, with the Brooklyn skyline across the water and careening, cavorting seagulls white against a marine horizon streaked with thin fleecy clouds fragile as lace— this tableau soon soothed her soul.
…
MARILYN : Remember, I said if anybody ever asked you what I was like, what Marilyn Monroe was really like—well, how would you answer them? (Her tone was teaseful, mocking, yet earnest, too: she wanted an honest reply) I bet you’d tell them I was a slob. A banana split.
TC: Of course. But I’d also say…
(The light was leaving. She seemed to fade with it, blend with the sky and clouds, recede beyond them. I wanted to lift my voice louder than the seagulls’ cries and call her back: Marilyn! Marilyn, why did everything have to turn out the way it did? Why does life have to be so fucking rotten?)
TC: I’d say…
MARILYN: I can’t hear you.
TC: I’d say you are a beautiful child.
[Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons]
