Henry Crawford: Fanny, you have created sensations which my heart has never known before.
Fanny Price: Please.
Henry Crawford: There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.
Fanny Price: Mr. Crawford, do not speak nonsense.
Henry Crawford: Nonsense?
Fanny Price: You are such a fine speaker that I’m afraid you may actually end in convincing yourself.
Henry Crawford: Fanny. You are killing me.
Fanny Price: No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.
So it appears I only watched 21 new-to-me movies in February, but I did see at least one new release in theaters every weekend in February (one weekend I saw three!). I got behind because on Tuesday nights I’ve been watching Jane the Virgin and Agent Carter, but now that the latter has ended (at least for now), I should pick my pace back up. Also, a reminder that I am making an exception for the TCM Classic Film Festival, which is coming up in three weeks, and will be watching a handful of (very old) films that weekend that aren’t written or directed by women. When I set out the guidelines for this back in December, I mentioned I would do this because this will be my 5th year at TCMFF. But after TCMFF, it’s back to nothing but ladies, I promise! I would also like to point out that in the first two months of the year I watched nine 2015 releases. For comparison, by this time in 2014 I’d seen three and in 2013, 2012 and 2011, I hadn’t seen any! As always, all the movies I watched last month are listed after the cut, as well as a breakdown by decade and a few favorites.
Aileen: Sometimes I think everybody just thinks I’m this bad shitty fucking person, and all I’m fucking tryin’ to do is survive, you know?
Thomas: I know.
Thomas: I know exactly. I know what you do for a living. It doesn’t bother me. I know you didn’t dial it up on a goddamn telephone. That’s where you landed. That’s what you had to do. What you’re feeling right now is just guilt, over something you had absolutely no control over. You know how many of us came back from the war? And almost killed ourselves because we felt exactly the same thing you do, right now.
Thomas: Yeah. And they’ll never get it. They don’t get it now, they never got it then, and they sure as hell won’t get fucking circumstance!
Aileen: Fuck, man, circumstance, that’s exactly it, that’s exactly it. You know it’s like I feel like I never even had a fucking choice.
Thomas: You never did! But you gotta live. You gotta live.
Aileen: That’s it. Okay.
Cheryl: Hi, I’m Cheryl and I’m a filmmaker. Uh, no, I’m not really a filmmaker, but I have a videotaping business with my friend Tamara and I work at a video store, so I’m working on being a filmmaker. The problem is I don’t know what I want to make a film on. I know it has to be about black women because our stories have never been told, so I’ve been renting movies — no, I haven’t been renting movies, but I get movies from the video store I work at and I’ve taken out all these films from the 30s and 40s with black actresses in them, like, um Hattie McDaniel and Louise Beavers and um, in these films, in some of these films, the black actresses aren’t even listed in the credits and I was just totally shocked by that.
Eli Peazant: What’re we supposed to remember, Nana? How, at one time, were we able to protect those we loved? How, in Africa world, we were kings and queens and built great big cities?
Nana Peazant: Eli, I’m trying to learn you how to touch your own spirit. I’m fighting for my life and I’m fighting for your’n. Look in my face! I’m trying to give you something to take North with you, along with all your great big dreams! Count on those old Africans, Eli, they come to you when you least expect ‘em. They hug you up quick and soft as the warm sweet wind. Let them old souls come into you, hardy-like. Let them touch you with the hand of time, let them feed your head with wisdom that came from this day in time. Cuz when you leave this island, Eli Peazant, you ain’t goin’ to no land of milk and honey.
Lottie: You wanna know my first impression of you?
Lottie: That you’re an unhappy, tight-ass, reactionary, who’ll spend the rest of his life spitting into the wind.
Stan: Well, I’m happy.
Lottie: Okay then, a happy, tight-ass, reactionary, who’ll spend the rest of his life spitting into the wind.
Stan: Hmm. But, do you like me?