“top 5 things i miss about laura.
one. sense of humour. very dry, but it can also be warm and forgiving. and she’s got one of those best of all times laughs in the history of all times laughs, she laughs with her entire body.
two. she’s got character, or at least she had character before the ian nightmare. she’s loyal and honest and she doesn’t even take it out on peple when she’s having a bad day. that’s character.
three. i miss her smell. and the way she tastes. it’s mistery human chemestry and i don’t understand it. some people, as far as your senses are concerned just… feel like home.
four. i really dig the way she walks around. it’s like she doesn’t care about what she looks or what she projects, and it’s not that she doesn’t care, she’s not affected, i guess. and that gives her grace.
and five. she does this thing in bed when she can’t get to sleep, she kind of half moans and then rubs her feet together an equal number of times… it just kills me.”
(rob gordon in high fidelity.)
i have a peculiarly undefined taste in movies. and usually, when i like one, i find it difficult to make a decent critic, i can’t quite clearly define or point what makes me want to see it again, why bits of it keep showing in my head.
the same thing goes on with high fidelity. i’m sure though, it had something to do with john cusack’s character, rob. the way he rants on an endless introspection on his life. his dialogues, his thoughts, the way he day-dreams around… so close to our everyday doubts and ups and downs… and his obsessive compulsive character, making lists all the time, organizing records auto-biographically, etc… then of course, the schizophrenic maniac duo of obscure geeks, deeply music saavy: dick (todd louiso) and barry (jack black). both funny and strange, and yet, so familiar… and music. the whole vinyl record store thing… the way the tunes blend with music metaphores and jump right out at people’s life. everything is related to music here.
anyway, go watch it.