It leaves
me feeling pretty much nothing at all. But not in n hollow kind of way. More
like, a swirl. A slow swirl of ambience, like floating up there somewhere, a
million years away in outer space. Like seeing through a very pretty see-through
veil. Like those feelings you get after you watch American Beauty. Maybe it’s
the Kevin Spacey factor?
Two things for sure tho:
1. Now that I've seen Ryan Gosling in dark hair, there is zero percent of chance left for me to move on from him.
2. The movie has a soundtrack that's beautifully painful (sounds like my sort of music). Here's my favorite:
"Don’t go racing when
you’re on your own
Your feet down and
raining
You see that you have
flown
Now the years seem
like memories, broken dreams
How can I turn back
around?
Slip back and join in
the crowd
If I could love you
Don’t go racing with
the world in your head
It’s no generation
Now let the fear be
memories, broken dreams
How can you turn back
around?
Slip back and join in
the crowd
Forces keep pushing
me down
Yet I would love you
If you could love
everyone of us
If I could love you."
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