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Yes Man - good story, though predictable, full of quirky little moments and not too much exaggeration from Jim Carrey. 7.5/10...I'd give it an 8 for the good feel of it but I think it's not quite there.
The Surrogates - loved the idea behind the movie. Sort of predictable again. Enjoyable to watch and I liked the ending. 7.5/10 again.
Moon - I seem to really love movies that are a little less spectacular and more pensive. That are not filled all the time with riveting action and endless yapping. This is one of those movies. Though I didn't love the acting, I thought it was pretty great. 8.5/10.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona - awful, awful film. Only worth it to watch Javier Bardem do his sexy thing. All I get from this film is a stereotypical 'Spanish people are crazy' and 'Americans are dumb'. Hated that. Penelope Cruz was good at playing crazy. Can't believe she got an award for this though. This movie was about...nothing! 2/10.
Julie & Julia - no real story to this movie. Only worth watching for Meryl Streep doing a great job of her role as Julia Child. Also loved the details of mid-20th Century Paris. 5/10.
Changeling - despite the really difficult story, this was another quiet movie for me. Thoughtful. Painful. Some of it shocking. It made me sad particularly because it's based on true events. Angelina Jolie was ok in it. Visually interesting and a good storyline. 8/10
The Reader - The first part of this movie is touching, and beautifully filmed. I enjoyed the rest of it but the beginning is crucial to understand the whole. Great performance again from Kate Winslet. It was also not entirely predictable, and I was surprised towards the end. Overall it had a 'real' feeling to it. Also, who doesn't love Ralph Fiennes? 9/10. Possibly a full 10.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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