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Agnes 2022-03-26 09:01:05

Can't help thinking, if one day lose all memory.
All the things I've loved, the songs I've forgotten, the love that's broken my heart, the knowledge I'm proud of, my parents; those hurtful words, what made me an adult?

My brother, who used to be torn with him, rolled on the bed, kicked him in the stomach, and he cried for a long time. My parents, that's too much. shed tears together.

Think, when did you think, if you forget how good everything is.
What does that feel like?
like a child?
Can't even speak.
How do you feel?
Is it still familiar?

At the beginning of the movie, Alice is facing the street, her eyes are confused.
He knows the fuck donw of life.

That's scary.

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Extended Reading
  • Nicklaus 2022-04-01 09:01:04

    Moore's performance adds appeal to an otherwise bland film~

  • Verdie 2022-04-24 07:01:06

    Aunt Julianne's nomination for the best actress is stable, but if you want to take it, there is no drama, there is no explosive performance, some are just a large section of confession-style self-report, under the slow rhythm of the whole film, it is like a cup of boiled water, it is better to disappear Lover heroine. Added after the Oscars: Nima actually won the award. . .

Still Alice quotes

  • [last lines]

    Lydia Howland: [reading to her mother, but mostly from memory] "Night flight to San Francisco chase the moon across America. God, it's been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet, we'll have reached the tropopause, the great elt of calm air. As close to the ozone as I'll get, I - I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was... frightening."

    Lydia Howland: "But I saw something only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things. Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who's perished from famine, from war, from the plague... And they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling, spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls. And the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Because nothing is lost forever. In this world, there a kind of painful progress. A longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."

    Lydia Howland: [moving over alongside her mother] Hey. Did you like that. What I jest read, did you like it?

    Dr. Alice Howland: [barely grunting]

    Lydia Howland: And what... What was it about?

    Dr. Alice Howland: Love. Yeah, love.

    Lydia Howland: Yeah, it was about love.

  • Dr. John Howland: I think it's ridiculous, I think it's bullshit, and I...

    Dr. Alice Howland: Damn it, why won't you take me seriously? Look, I KNOW what I'm feeling, and I... I feel, I feel like my brain is... is fucking DYING and everything I know and everything I worked for, it's all going...

    [bursts into terrified sobbing]