A ticket for Virginia and Cleo .
The night I saw Somewhere, the rain never stopped on the pavement icy and my red patent leather ballet progressed hesitantly. I had also emerged a small gray scarf unjustly forgotten on the highest shelves of the closet lined with blue duck.
The night I saw Somewhere, a riotous fun fair with electric colors and raw absolve her vulgar music on the place of cinema, a multiplex hideous always makes me shiver, but Sofia is well worth a few chills.
Through the huge windows of the corridor leading to the hall, upstairs, we could contemplate the beauty of this sad and disturbing funfair, big stuffed animals that swayed in the wind, dodgems who banged on the tiny runway.
The night I saw Somewhere, few other people had decided to do given the number of empty seats.
During the interminable trailers, we have rethought the dinner that we had to share Corkscrew in a charged atmosphere caused by the influx of a dozen regulars, including wife of a musician who was wearing a very enviable gray velvet skirt. All those hugs and exchanges Greeting have not yet informed the face of my favorite server, remained somber throughout the meal. He justified this state awkwardly by various abuses associated with Christmas but his tone suggested other reasons, more secrets. He had in any case carefully packaged from a lemon pie, lemon pie Marianne, reserved for the return, after Somewhere , and filed for this purpose on a pretty plate left in the kitchen.
I was covered by mixed feelings throughout the session, but contrary to what one can read lots of articles, boredom never made itself felt. And from when Cleo grater for a piece of cheddar macaroni that quiver on the stove chamber 59 of the Chateau Marmont, my enthusiasm has continued to grow (even if the end seems to contain the worst idea for the film). There
all flavors of ice ordered at night (vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, pistachio) and savored in the bed of a huge palace in Milan, there are colored sweatshirts Cleo, his delicate way of the sauce Hollandaise on Eggs Benedict before you chop the chives, there are hamburgers swallowed in a small room playing cards, there is the strawberry on the rim of the glass of lemonade, there distress mute Johnny Marco whose body limp and eyes sensitive translations are vain. Sofia Coppola has an eye for detail that transcends the whole plan and I'm glad to know that she has watched Jeanne Dielman preparing Somewhere .
Served with herbal tea hibiscus flowers, lemon tart and tangy sweet Marianne, had a taste of her smile and cheerful accompanied the ensuing conversation and dealing with different versions of femininity explored by Sofia Coppola, its use music, elegance it can cover some trivialities.
It will not be one of my favorite movies , but because he speaks with a life of missed class in sunny LA and the apparitions that Cleo is absolutely rejuvenating the evening when I saw Somewhere, I regretted not making movies. The night I saw Somewhere, the rain never stopped on the pavement icy and my red patent leather ballet progressed hesitantly. I had also emerged a small gray scarf unjustly forgotten on the highest shelves of the closet lined with blue duck.
The night I saw Somewhere, a riotous fun fair with electric colors and raw absolve her vulgar music on the place of cinema, a multiplex hideous always makes me shiver, but Sofia is well worth a few chills.
Through the huge windows of the corridor leading to the hall, upstairs, we could contemplate the beauty of this sad and disturbing funfair, big stuffed animals that swayed in the wind, dodgems who banged on the tiny runway.
The night I saw Somewhere, few other people had decided to do given the number of empty seats.
During the interminable trailers, we have rethought the dinner that we had to share Corkscrew in a charged atmosphere caused by the influx of a dozen regulars, including wife of a musician who was wearing a very enviable gray velvet skirt. All those hugs and exchanges Greeting have not yet informed the face of my favorite server, remained somber throughout the meal. He justified this state awkwardly by various abuses associated with Christmas but his tone suggested other reasons, more secrets. He had in any case carefully packaged from a lemon pie, lemon pie Marianne, reserved for the return, after Somewhere , and filed for this purpose on a pretty plate left in the kitchen.
I was covered by mixed feelings throughout the session, but contrary to what one can read lots of articles, boredom never made itself felt. And from when Cleo grater for a piece of cheddar macaroni that quiver on the stove chamber 59 of the Chateau Marmont, my enthusiasm has continued to grow (even if the end seems to contain the worst idea for the film). There
all flavors of ice ordered at night (vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, pistachio) and savored in the bed of a huge palace in Milan, there are colored sweatshirts Cleo, his delicate way of the sauce Hollandaise on Eggs Benedict before you chop the chives, there are hamburgers swallowed in a small room playing cards, there is the strawberry on the rim of the glass of lemonade, there distress mute Johnny Marco whose body limp and eyes sensitive translations are vain. Sofia Coppola has an eye for detail that transcends the whole plan and I'm glad to know that she has watched Jeanne Dielman preparing Somewhere .
Served with herbal tea hibiscus flowers, lemon tart and tangy sweet Marianne, had a taste of her smile and cheerful accompanied the ensuing conversation and dealing with different versions of femininity explored by Sofia Coppola, its use music, elegance it can cover some trivialities.
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