Posts by Adam Harris7

Ah, I have finally come to truly appreciate Automatic for the People.😵

Are we really discussing the thickness of wood panels now?

Not I
I agree
🙂

Gregory Walker15 said:What on earth is this Route 666 road?

My immediate thought is "Highway to Hell," though I suppose 🤷

The road to hell

Good grief.

aaa 😍 😍 🙏

The Battle of LA, honestly, what is the point of even discussing this? 🤣

🤷
And what about the guy with the bayonet and the Battle of LA?

And what, pray tell, constitutes the essence of a sheep, a bee, and a penis? 🙂

Jason Chavez32 said:jesus walks

I was absolutely certain that I had already attempted that.

Yes, yes, and yet again, 🙏

But those aren't actual organs.
I originally wrote "bloody screaming orgasms" 😬 because that happens to be my favorite shooter. 😳

It is the songs about specific vibes that truly haunt me.
A wild party mixed with the ocean at night
The feeling of seeing Jesus right when a light turns green
An encounter in India involving a girl and some kind of necklace or pendant
And so on. 😢

😁
Could you please provide another description of that 80s track featuring the organs or perhaps something being poured into a glass? I am certain I have already decided on it, yet I cannot quite recall what 😳
was.

Well, I suppose I am not quite the worst. 👋

Carol Jackson45 As stated by:
Is there anything more profound than the weight of a truly melancholy melody? One finds oneself wondering if music serves as a mirror to our deepest sorrows, or perhaps a way to finally confront them. What is it about a somber arrangement that resonates so deeply within the soul?

The 1980s: was it truly a decade of excess, or merely an era defined by its own peculiar brand of chaos?
Against, and then I suppose we should consider the odd numbers from 11 to 31.
against All Odds beat IT Beer and a Cigarette
Is there anything more profoundly exhausting than being stuck behind the wheel for nine straight hours in an automatic? One begins to wonder if the very concept of driver fatigue was ever truly accounted for in modern automotive design. Is the seamless transition of gears meant to provide comfort, or is it merely a distraction from the sheer monotony of the open road?
I suppose we are talking about the standard nine-to-five grind, then?
Is an EKG truly more effective than information technology?
Is there any point in even attempting to engage with such blatant mediocrity? One truly wonders if anyone actually believes this level of performance is acceptable.
Something blue? I honestly cannot begin to wrap my head around what is being implied here.
Is it not curious how one might observe a child clutching a sugary apple, while the substance beneath them remains entirely an enigma?
Is there anything more evocative than six women sharing a laugh beneath the glow of a full moon?

The 1990s: was there ever a decade quite like it? One finds oneself wondering if that era possessed a certain raw, unrefined energy that modern culture simply fails to replicate. It was a period defined by a specific kind of grit, wouldn't you agree?
Beer and cigarettes (this is bound to be so incredibly simple that I will likely find myself laughing at my own absurdity once it finally clicks).
Is there anything more fundamentally destructive to the human spirit than the mindless indulgence in nicotine and spirits? One has to wonder if we have become a society that simply lacks the discipline to exist without a constant chemical crutch. Does the modern American really believe that a cocktail and a smoke constitute a personality, or is it merely a desperate attempt to numb the sheer monotony of daily life? 😁
Black or white Polaroid? (And this one too)
Is there truly any substance to this binary inquiry? Does one really believe that reducing such complex realities to a mere choice between black or white offers any meaningful insight? 🤣
Lemons, sweets, and some music—though, to be perfectly honest, I haven't the slightest clue what I'm listening to.
A bittersweet symphony; I find myself feeling quite proud of this one. 👋
Is there anything more striking than three men sporting NY caps while standing before the Blue Lagoon in the image below?
And which state on the East Coast am I thinking of? Honestly, geography was never exactly my strongest suit.
Is there anything more profound than the intersection of a woman’s grace in dance and the raw, unyielding pulse of the heart? Does the rhythm of her movement not mirror the very essence of human emotion?

The 2000s: was there ever a decade quite like it? Looking back at that era, one has to wonder if we were all collectively sleepwalking into a completely different reality. Was it a period of unbridled optimism, or merely the quiet before a massive, systemic storm? It feels as though we existed in a strange bubble, blissfully unaware of how much the landscape was about to shift beneath our feet. One can’t help but ask: did we truly understand the magnitude of what was coming, or were we simply too distracted by the novelty of a changing world?
Is there anything more tiresome than yet another batch of those overly precious little confections that attempt to masquerade as both sushi and artisanal chocolate bars?
Is there anything more chaotic than a colorful whirlwind paired with an endless supply of alcohol?
Is there any greater sensation than the feeling of spinning around? One must wonder if we ever truly find our footing in this chaotic world, or if we are simply caught in a perpetual state of disorientation.
Is there anything more striking than the intricate jewelry found in India? Consider the profound symbolism behind a woman's pictogram; does it not serve as a silent language of heritage and status?
Is there any actual logic behind that triangle symbol featuring the word "THE"?
Is it really necessary to pair a roast with yet another alcoholic drink?
Is there anything more profound than a solitary drive through the night, watching the rhythmic pulse of the highway lights while contemplating the delicate relationship between our erythrocytes and the brain? One cannot help but wonder how the very oxygen carried by our red blood cells dictates the clarity of our consciousness during these quiet, nocturnal hours. Does the physiological dance of cellular transport become more apparent when the rest of the world falls silent?
Is there anything more dangerous than a sudden, irrational surge of impulse? One moment, a person is acting with calculated precision, and the next, they are driven by nothing more than a reckless rush of blood to the head. Does such a momentary lapse in judgment not inevitably lead to catastrophe?

49/81 😢

electriccyclist15 said:A few years back on Net, I came across a comment claiming those girls committed suicide because they were hermaphrodites.😕

🤣 What an absurd notion.
Has someone perhaps conflated The Virgin Suicides with another Eugenides novel regarding hermaphroditism? It's titled Middlesex, by the way, and it is quite exceptional.

Larry Torres4 said:For instance, the fact that the father falls asleep (literally) during one of the most pivotal scenes😉

And that ending—that whole "No one cares that they died, blah blah blah" bit... It just doesn't land for me.😉 sorry if that offends you..

I haven't the slightest idea which scene you are referring to. 🤔 I cannot recall it at all.

While it is perfectly clear that you did not enjoy the film, are you not being somewhat hyperbolic?
Regarding the final monologue:

So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they were, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling. Still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

Is it really true that no one cares? 😉 I find myself unable to agree with your interpretation.

Limeni Nos said:I’ve only ever heard about the Air soundtrack.

Your information is incomplete. While an Air soundtrack exists, there is also a soundtrack featuring other music from the film—specifically the tribal music and those records they use to communicate with the boys.

Larry Torres4 said:Well, this certainly doesn't 👎
The movie was supposed to be shocking, wasn't it? Instead, it felt like just another entry in the endless line of teenage dramas. Is being slow and boring really the same thing as being shocking or provocative?
It features beautiful cinematography that ultimately leads nowhere (much like >), the symbolism is rather heavy-handed, and the dialogue between the boys—especially toward the end—feels incredibly cheesy (they say the book is much better).
I suspect the film achieved cult status primarily due to > and the casting of ... overall, I didn't care for it.

As Diki and Milk so eloquently pointed out, isn't the entire point that we don't know why they took their lives? The narrative is intentionally ambiguous, riddled with massive gaps, because the film aims to mimic the unpredictability of life itself.
Personally, I am not particularly fond of >. It is a fine film, certainly, but I feel no compulsion to revisit it more than once every three years. It shares a certain subtlety and stillness with >, yet > is superior precisely because it manages such profound tragedy without ever slipping into sentimentality or offering easy explanations. Given that distinction, how can you claim this film is a typical teen flick? Your assessment seems quite misplaced.
And which symbolism specifically did you find too obvious? Please, enlighten me.
Furthermore, I am unaware of who claims the book is superior; both the novel and the film are excellent works. Those parts you found "cheesy" were lifted directly from the text. In fact, the film succeeds by perfectly preserving that sense of incompleteness.
I adore >. 😍 But then again, I have always been somewhat obsessed with the complexities of female adolescence.

It is difficult. Truly unpleasant, even. My vote still goes to Cusack, though I must admit 😍 I might very well change my mind by tomorrow.

TUTUOLA said:Věra Chytilová 🙏's 🙏 🙏
Daisies and The Apple gama.

I have quite an affinity for Daisies myself, but what can one actually expect from The Apple gama?

penelope pitstop said:Upon seeing this thread's title, she was the very first person who came to mind. She is the woman responsible for gifting me one of my absolute favorite films of all time, the virgin suicides. While most people will inevitably bring up Lost in Translation first, that particular film never left quite as profound an impression on me as the former. It is beautiful, tender, possessed of a fairytale atmosphere, and paired with the most exquisite soundtrack imaginable—quite simply, a cinematic treat.🙏 🙏 🙏 So, I told myself: even if a woman follows up such a masterpiece with total garbage, she will always be royalty in my eyes. (To be clear, I am not suggesting that Lost in Translation is garbage. Far from it. Nor is Marie-Antoinette, which I actually haven't seen yet and am looking forward to quite a bit...)

I agree with everything said, though I must elevate one of my favorites to my absolute favorite, my all-time favorite film.

wiredfalcon2 said:And that was our last encounter. I certainly recall being the most handsome guy in the room, though I haven't the slightest clue what you looked like at the time.
🙂

I, for my part, looked quite lovely.
Lately, "walk away" has become my absolute favorite. There is something about the sentiment, "I love the sound of you walking away..." 😍 Is it not a relief that they finally released a few slower tracks?