Heinrich: Is something wrong?
Anna: We don’t love each other.
Heinrich: I feel like I’ve known you forever.
Anna: But that’s not true.
Susan: You’re very inflexible.
Eric: Who, me?
Susan: I don’t like you when you’re inflexible.
Eric: I don’t like it when you exaggerate to make sure I’ll listen to you.
Susan: Well, I can’t stand it when you don’t listen to me.
Eric: I don’t like it when you’re loud.
Susan: Well, I don’t like you when you’re not loud. I don’t know why I like you.
Eric: Because you can tell me why you don’t like me.
Susan: I like me when I don’t need you.
Eric: I don’t want you to need me. I want you to want me.
Susan: There’s no truth like bullshit.
Eric: Very good, Susan. 2 points.
Susan: Thank you.
Erica: You know what I did yesterday? I threw out a whole new jar of blackberry jam. Martin loved blackberry jam. I think the problem was that I didn’t do things as myself, you know? I did things as this Martin & Erica, Martin & Erica. It wasn’t his fault. I liked it.
Saul: Saul & Erica will be different from Martin & Erica.
Erica: You wanna see other women?
Saul: I want you.
Erica: You’re free to.
Saul: I don’t want to.
Erica: Then don’t.
Saul: Do you want to see other men?
Erica: Not today.
Saul: I’m getting a headache.
I first saw this film last fall and I fell head over heels for it. It was directed, produced and co-written by Claudia Weill, who collaborated with friend Vicki Polon on the screenplay. Weill directed the film on weekends over a the course of a year. Somehow it got picked up by Warner Bros. and was given a limited run. Stanley Kurbick saw the film and said in a 1980 interview that it was one of the most interesting American films he had seen in recent years. Anyone who enjoyed last year’s Frances Ha, will love this film. They’re surprisingly similar and I wouldn’t be shocked if Baumbach and Gerwig drew some inspiration for their film from it. Read the rest of this entry
Pedro De Pacas: Man, what is in this shit, man?
Anthony “Man” Stoner: Mostly Maui Waui man.
Pedro De Pacas: Yeah?
Anthony “Man” Stoner: But it’s got some Labrador in it.
Pedro De Pacas: What’s Labrador?
Anthony “Man” Stoner: It’s dog shit.
Pedro De Pacas: What?
Anthony “Man” Stoner: Yeah, my dog ate my stash, man. I had it on the table and the little motherfucker ate it, man.
Pedro De Pacas: Yeah?
Anthony “Man” Stoner: So I had to follow him around with a little baggie for three days, man, before I got it back. Really blew the dog’s mind.
Pedro De Pacas: You mean we’re smokin’ dog shit, man?
Anthony “Man” Stoner: Gets ya high, don’t it? I think it’s even better than before, you know?
Pedro De Pacas: I wonder what Great Dane tastes like, man.
Eva: A mother and a daughter–what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction! Everything is possible and everything is done in the name of love and solicitude. The mother’s injuries are to be handed down to the daughter, the mother’s disappointments are to be paid for by the daughter, the mother’s unhappiness is to be the daughter’s unhappiness. It’s as if the umbilical cord had never been cut. The daughter’s grief is the mother’s secret pleasure.