Synopsis
Bill struggles to put together his shattered psyche, in this feature film version of Don Hertzfeldt's animated short film trilogy.
2012 Directed by Don Hertzfeldt
Bill struggles to put together his shattered psyche, in this feature film version of Don Hertzfeldt's animated short film trilogy.
Какой чудесный день, 좋은 날, 좋은날, 잇츠 서치 어 뷰티풀 데이, É um dia tão lindo, איזה יום יפהפה, 如此美好的一天
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"You will only get older."
You have an hour to spare. I know you have an hour to spare. Please, please, PLEASE make this film that hour. It's one of the most amazing and gorgeous things I've ever seen. One of the most unbelievable and meaningful and important experiences that a human being can have with a work of cinema, and if you disagree with me, then I can only say that I respect your opinion but I'm also sorry that you didn't get out of this beauty what I got out of it. Right now, I feel the same way that I felt after watching Lilja 4-Ever the first time: completely, emotionally paralyzed... and also filled with joy for…
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I remember watching her. In particular, I remember watching her watch the road. She'd sit on the end of the couch at attention: distant, but alert to each car or passerby. The joys of life intersecting at one specific point in an endless sea of interactions - the street by my house was a portal to a final curtain-call, and a canvas for reflection. She'd say, "there, there, there he is!" I've been waiting for him to come home." It wasn't him. Her husband, and my grandfather, died ten-years prior. She clung to fabrics of memories drifting past, and he was always in them, and he was always the one coming home. Floating up to the front of the…
I watched this in high school and wanted to show every single one of my friends I had. No matter who they were I wanted their reactions just to see what they’d think. This weirdly shaped me and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing
I don’t think there’s been a movie that effected me deeper than this or a movie a I can pinpoint to when I truly just started thinking deeper about shit. It’s special truly and I’ve suppressed it for years. remembering it is scary but also incredibly comforting
It is such a beautiful day. All of the problems I had and all the problems I will ever have, are insignificant. I will stop worrying. I will stop whining. I will start listening. I will pay attention to details. I will tell people how I feel about them before it's too late. I will give compliments. I will accept compliments. Stop whining. Stop whining. Stop whining. Wake up! Start living. Yes, I will live on, for millions and millions of years, until all of the lights go out.
Every person with the ability to do so much watch this movie at least once in their lives.
“You are forgiven.”
In the Man’s fortieth year, the braincloud overwhelmed him. It had always been there in one way or another, little grey puffs on his mind’s periphery. Diffuse misanthropy. Awkward social interactions. Strained interpersonal relations. Memories of things that may not have happened. Demons haunting the corners of his mind.
Now they were his mind. Animals clawing at his being. The smell of burning toast. The sound of waves crashing on a beach. His ex-girlfriend with the head of a wildebeest. The doctor read the Man many test results, full of long words and the most existentially insulting uses of “positive” imaginable. He did not know what it all meant, except that his days were numbered. But that…
Don Hertzfeldt, you have shattered me emotionally and psychologically.
Using nothing but stick figures.
How.
Someone, help me. Please.
Wow. This is what I'm talking about.
A stick man in a bubble says more about us, life and our place in the world than hundreds of films combined.
A stick man.
In a bubble.
Don Hertzfeldt has a wonderful story to tell. It is a story full of insight into a man's struggle with remembering what it is about life that he is supposed to remember. The beauty? People? Faces? Dreams? He grasps at each of them but they fade away the closer he gets. And he feels lost. He can't remember where to go. He doesn't remember what to do. Everything is clear but everything is one tiny sound in a majestic symphony and he's not sure if…