The old men in my village used to say, "Everything changes by the colour of the glass you see it through." Nothing is true. Everything is imagined. Do you know these reflections? For me sometimes the reflection is far more present than the thing being reflected.
La vida no vale nada.
- You people don't understand a fucking thing about how the world really works.
- I understand. But I understand subjectively.
- That's fucking nonsense. Your sick minds have been polluted with crap. Your music, movies, science. Fucking bohemians on hallucinogenic drugs. All that shit has poisoned you. And it has nothing to do with the real world. And I suppose you believe that by eliminating me, you will eliminate control over some fucking artificial reality.
- Reality is arbitrary.
- Fuck you.
There he will see what the world really is.
This film is about the limits imposed by somebody to control us and also about the limits of our own control of life. In the film several people are telling the main character what real life is. I really hate people telling me what the real life is and how the real world is.They think they know everything. The real world for me is my world. I think it's an obvious idea. Our mind and our consciousness are the most valuable things we have. It's what we are.
[Jim Jarmusch, cita aproximada, no textual]
Res més a afegir.
Jim Jarmusch mola. La cita m'encanta, per què coi ens han de dir com és el món en "realitat"? La realitat és subjectiva joder! i cadascú la veu diferent.
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