Never enough movies.


Y aquí está mi lista de reproducción con algunas de mis canciones favoritas del cine y la televisión. Espero que os guste, de momento solo hay 40 canciones, pero la iré ampliando, I promise.

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Romeo + Juliet, Baz Luhrmann (1996):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owners.

Rating: 8/10

And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

Did my heart love ‘til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty ‘til this night.

Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

From Dusk Till Dawn, Robert Rodríguez (1996):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.

Rating; 9.5/10

Okay hard drinkers, let’s drink hard. I’m buyin’.

Attention pussy shoppers! Take advantage of our penny pussy sale! If you buy one piece of pussy at the regular price, you get another piece of pussy of equal or lesser value for only a penny! Try and beat pussy for a penny! If you can find cheaper pussy anywhere else, fuck it!

Well, your best better get a hell of a lot fucking better, or you are gonna feel a hell of a lot fucking worse.

If you try to run, I’ve got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can.

I know that I have put you through hell, and I know that I have been one rough pecker. But from here on out, you are all in my cool book.

I’ll be a lap dog of Satan.

Richard, what’s wrong with you? Is it me? Is this my fault? Do think that this is what I am? I am a professional fucking thief. I don’t kill people that I don’t have to, and I don’t rape women. What you are doing - what you are doing - what you are fucking doing, is not how it’s done. Do you understand? Say “yes, Seth, I understand.” Say “yes, Seth, I fucking understand.”

Her, Spike Jonze (2013):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.

Rating: 9/10

Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

I think anybody who falls in love is a freak. It’s a crazy thing to do. It’s kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity.

It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.

We are only here briefly, and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.

It’s how we spend a third of our lives asleep, and maybe that’s the time when we feel the most free.

I feel like I can be anything with you.

You know what, I can over think everything and find a million ways to doubt myself. And since Charles left I’ve been really thinking about that part of myself and, I’ve just come to realize that, we’re only here briefly. And while I’m here, I wanna allow myself joy. So fuck it.

The heart is not like a box that gets filled up; it expands in size the more you love. I’m different from you. This doesn’t make me love you any less. It actually makes me love even more.

The Basketball Diaries, Scott Kalvert (1995):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.


Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down, it’s beautiful.

And in the next life, father, I’M gonna have the PADDLE.

You gotta have presence on the court. Presence like a cheetah rather than a chimp. Sure, they both got it, but Chimpy gotta jump his nuts around to get it. The shy cheetah moves with total nonchalance, stickin’ it to them in his sexy, slow strut. Me? I play like a cheetah.

I felt dazed, like I just came out of a 4 hour movie I didn’t understand.

I was just gonna sniff a bag but one guy says if you’re gonna sniff you might as well pop it and another guys says if you gonna pop it you might as well mainline.

All I’ve been doing is reading this diary wondering how the hell I’m still alive?

I just wanna be pure, I just wanna be pure.

You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies… so we can dance.

First, it’s a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to kill the boredom, you know? They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays… then Thursdays… then it’s got you. Every wise ass punk on the block says it won’t happen to them, but it does.

I saw this girl next to me who wasn’t beautiful until she smiled.

When I was young, about eight or so, I tried making friends with God by inviting Him to my house to watch the World Series. He never showed.

My Neighbor Totoro (となりのトトロ, Tonari no Totoro), Hayao Miyazaki (1988):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.

Rating: 10/10

Trees and people used to be good friends. I saw that tree and decided to buy the house. Hope Mom likes it too. Okay, let’s pay our respects then get home for lunch.

Come out, come out, whereever you are!

To-to-ro? You’re Totoro!… I bet you’re Totoro… 

Dallas Buyers Club, Jean-Marc Vallée (2013):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owners.

Rating: 10/10

I swear it, Ray, God sure was dressin’ the wrong doll when he blessed you with a set of balls.

That shit is purer than a preacher daughter’s pussy, right there.

 Watch what you eat and who you eat.

- God, when I meet you I’m gonna be pretty. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll be a beautiful angel.

The great Gatsby, Baz Luhrmann (2013):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.

Rating: 9/10

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

All the bright precious things fade so fast… and they don’t come back.

Well, I don’t care. He gives large parties, and I like large parties - they’re so intimate. Small parties, there isn’t any privacy.

I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love…

I hope she’ll be a fool - that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street boomed a steady golden roar. The parties were bigger, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the models were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired. Making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.

Les Misérables, Tom Hooper (2012):

PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.

Rating: 8/10

This is the land I fought for liberty, now when we fight, we fight for bread… here is the thing about equality, everyone’s equal when they’re dead.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

Oh, my friends! My friends, don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for! Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends shall sing no more.

You are wrong, and always have been wrong. I’m a man no worse than any man. You are free and there are no conditions. no bargains or petitions. There’s nothing that I blame you for. You’ve done your duty, nothing more.

Do I care if I should die now she goes across the sea? Life without Cosette means nothing at all… Would you weep, Cosette, should Marius fall. Will you weep, Cosette, for me?

I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I’m living!