Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch (1955)
"Oh! You forgot about happily ever after."
"Forget about happily ever after. It doesn’t exist."
We talked into the night. The kind of talk that seemed important until you discover girls.
Gatsby looked, in that moment, as if he had killed a man.
Say what you want about this movie, but Leo acted his ass off in it and this scene, even in 3-D, gave me chills for days.
I’m not one of those people always on the Leo Oscar jokes, I know he doesn’t care, but I find it so odd that he’s never nominated for his most intense performances. This, Shutter Island, The Departed, Revolutionary Road… nothing.
Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?