perfect imperfection

Harmon 2022-03-23 08:01:02

When I first watched it, I thought it wasn't as fun as the Spanish Hotel

Wendy told Xavier at the station, you are the perfect guy, you just happen to be the best thing that happens to me in the past 26years,..i know you are not always perfect,i know you have tons of problems,defects & imperfections but who doesn't? it's just that i prefer your problems,i'm in love with your imperfections,your imperfections are great.. .. ..i love what is not perfect.

Then he didn't move, then the car moved, and she left..then he went to Moscow to find that femme de reve, and..he

said, the street that looked perfect proportions was about the same as the woman that looked perfect, we Not long on this earth, so in the beginning, we liked this street.. Then he said: this street is ugly. In

conclusion, I think back to those girls, they are like Russian dolls, I spent my whole life thinking about this toy , I really want to know who is the last one, the youngest, the one hidden by the dolls before, I can't know right away, I have to open them one by one, I always ask myself, this is the last one Is that?

on se demande à chaque fois, est-ce que c'est elle, la derniere?

In fact, the answer is not complicated, there may be only one, or there may be no boundaries.

Most people cannot answer decisively, and most people pursue perfection.

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Extended Reading
  • Clarissa 2022-03-25 09:01:23

    Director's Meeting Film Archive

  • Demetrius 2022-03-25 09:01:23

    In fact, it’s not that bad. It’s just that I can’t find the sparkle of the Spanish apartment in this world from another perspective. This kind of depression may be similar to the world view of Russian dolls. Layer by layer, the complicated sophistication is stripped away, and the ending is still the two of them. come together

Russian Dolls quotes

  • Xavier: So who should say I love you?

    Wendy: You should say I love you

    Xavier: No, you sould say I love you

  • Xavier: If I think about all the girls I've known or slept with or just desired, they're like a bunch of Russian dolls. We spend our lives playing the game dying to know who'll be the last, the teeny-tiny one hidden inside all the others. You can't just get to her right away. You have to follow the progression. You have to open them one by one wondering, "Is she the last one?"