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Hegel's Film Curator4.0

>Be me>At Dimple Records>Planned on purchasing 'Aladdin 2: The Return of Jafar'>In line, see a gorgeous clerk>Looks like Cybill Sheperd >Long ass line>Finally the penultimate person at the front of the line>I take that back, she looks more like Ingrid Bergman>Hear her mention her favorite director - Richard Linklater>Get nervous>Spaghetti falls out of my pockets >I run out of line, nearly slipping on the spaghetti>Picked up 'Waking Life', trying to impress her with my taste in film>Discard the Disney masterpiece>Line is shorter when I get back in>Getting more nervous>Start farting>Shouldn't have eaten Taco Bell for breakfast>See her laugh at her co-worker >Her smile is effervescent>Her co-worker looks like a douche>Get jealous>Look at him with disdain>Finally get to the clerk>Rings me up >She's checking out her douche co-worker >And she doesn't mention 'Waking Life'>The clerk is googly-eyed for her co-worker>Get more jealous>Pick up my movie>Hop over the 5 foot counter>Aggressively, and literally, slap the shit out of her douche co-worker with the 'Waking Life' DVD case>Knocked his ass out>Now there's shit and spaghetti everywhere>And my FPS (farts per second) are at an all time high>Not nervous anymore>Have a raging hard-on>feelsgoodman.jpg >Turn to the clerk>Call her, "An inanimate fucking object.">Hopefully she gets my 'In Bruges' reference>I leave feeling like the Terminator>I Go home >Wrote a review for 'Waking Life' on a file-sharing site>The site got taken down>Didn't save what I wrote>I did enjoy it though >8/10

Ethan Ethan4.0

Everyone knows what it's like to dream, but for some reason it's really hard to translate that feeling on screen. So far only Satoshi Kon and Richard Linklater succeeded.

Marcissus4.0

I briefly checked the letterbox'd page for this before deciding on whether or not to watch it and glanced at the top review - "The most pretentious film ever made" - it solemnly says, half a star. Interest is piqued. The synopsis says "A man shuffles through a dream meeting various people and discussing the meanings and purposes of the universe", erection rising, well, whatever could this film be.The number one rule of lucid dreaming they tell you is never lose sight of your goal or your ass will be teleported to the moon or some shit. The meat is all here but the lines are constantly shifting without telling anybody, the notion that there ever were any lines is a seriously daunting question. The names, the places, the people, the voices, the eyes, they all transform in a mystifyingly real way. I'd like to think all of my dreams are as esoteric and rabid, but it's a blue moon in Portugal if I can remember the faintest detail by breakfast. Linklater lingers on responsibility long enough to make it stand outright. Responsibility to dream? To accept transience? To deny it? The chambers of this dream are wide and vast that cannot easily be mapped. Death dream-time is unquestionably one of the most horrifying and fascinating concepts to be slinking around my brain. I go salsa-dancing with my confusion. Mesmerizing isn't a long enough word.