Monthly Archives: July 2013
Poe: So I asked myself, of all the melancholy topics, what, according to the universal understanding of mankind, is the most tragic? Death. And when is this most tragic of melancholy topics most poetical? When it most loosely alludes itself to beauty. The death, therefore, of a beautiful girl is unquestionably the most poetic topic in the world. Equally, it is beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such a topic are those of the man who loved her.
I can’t remember the first time I saw this movie, but it must have been a few years before 1997. I know this because in 1997 Con Air was released and at the time my favorite actors were Nicolas Cage (this was due to early viewings of his 80s films, and early 90s rom-coms), John Cusack and John Malkovich, thus I thought they made that movie just for me (it even had a Trisha Yearwood theme song!). The reason I loved Malkovich so much was this movie, so I would be lying if I didn’t say most of this piece is going to be about his performance. Places in the Heart was nominated for seven Academy Awards, winning two: Best Costume Design, Best Supporting Actor John Malkovich, Best Supporting Actress Lindsay Crouse, Best Actress Sally Field (won), Best Original Screenplay (won), Best Director and Best Picture.
Bill Murray: Is that you say hello where you come from?
Columbus: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I shot Bill Murray.
Tallahassee: Mr. Murray?
Bill Murray: I’m just Bill, I think, now.
Bill Murray: Yeah?
Tallahassee: I don’t think we’re gonna be able to stitch this.
Bill Murray: Ah. That’s still tender.
Tallahassee: You think you might pull through?
Bill Murray: No.
Columbus: If it means anything now, I am so sorry. It was just instinctive.
Bill Murray: It was my bad. I was never a very good practical joker.
Little Rock: So do you have any regrets?
Bill Murray: “Garfield,” maybe.
Ben: You will be here when I come back, won’t you ?
Sarah: Oh, well, you know me.
Ben: I would not presume. [ Exhales ] All right. Wish me luck.
Sarah: Ben, do me a favor and just forget about luck, okay? Forget about loyalty, forget about being nice, forget about polite, okay? Because this is the rest of your life and possibly somebody else’s too.
Sarah: You know?
Sarah: Just be honest.
Ben: If her father happens to shoot me on my way out, I guess I’ll see you in heaven.
Sarah: Yeah. I don’t think I deserve heaven.
Ben: Ah, Sarah. You deserve so much more than you think. You deserve to be with somebody who will be really, really depressed if your plane goes down.
I’ve started a new Tumblr where I will be writing critically about romantic comedies. If you’re interested in following it, you can do so here: reconsideringromcoms.tumblr.com.
Steve: You ever think about that night in the park?
Steve: I barely know you. I don’t know your dad’s first name. I don’t know if you ever wore braces or contacts or glasses. I have no idea how you came to be a wedding planner, Mary. . . But I know the curves of your face and I know every fleck of gold in your eyes. And I know that that night in the park was the best time I’ve ever had. P-p-please say something.
Mary: I’m a magnet for unavailable men. . .and I’m sick of it. It’s simple. I know Fran. I respect her. And she loves you. So, besides your tux measurements, that’s all I need to know. Please go away.
Steve: Good night, Mary.