FALLEN ANGELS (1995)

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Fallen Angels

A few years back, I paid a black woman $30 to have her picture taken with me so that if people asked I could say she was my wife.

I guess I am a late bloomer: Maybe I am too picky! 

She didn’t show up: My expiration date came first!

I asked you not to see her: But you did!

We all need a partner: When will I find mine?

I want to place an advertisement for my friend: On the front page!

The best thing about my profession: Is that there is no need to make any decisions! 

“We rub elbows with a lot of people every day. Some of them might become your friends or even confidants. So I never turn my back on a chance to rub elbows.  Sometimes I rub ‘til I bleed.  No big deal as long as I’m happy. “

Despite viewing these movies (Chungking Express and Fallen Angels) countless times, I have no idea what they are about. One problem I have with them is that I become so mesmerized by what is happening on the screen, and the Mad-Magazine-esque scenes going on in the background, that I neglect to watch the subtitles. As a result, I have to make up a story in my head as I go along.

But maybe we’re not supposed to know what is going on. Some of the greatest movies ever made. Check them out!