Films pass us by as they show how time goes by. I don't even get that. It's easier to twirl on those silly swings, while raining, while snowing, while nothing. It's easier to walk and keep walking over a packed street, along with Beavis and Butthead. Far more easy to stare at a window while thinking of love, our love, the love. Little bit easy to take a chance and see how a tree grows on our sidewalk. Easy to notice our wrinkles on a mirror, easy to admire someone else's...
And to open a door deep down the ocean. Almost as hard as being stuck somewhere in time.

Iceman, Goose, Viper and... an intriguing-good looking woman called Charlie. Great jackets, cool sunglasses, i don't like motorcycles but what the hell, some doubtful scenes, amazing landscapes and one best friend's death. Airplanes, aircrafts, air...sickness and whatever else air things. Tomcats.

This is the kind of movie I'd like to see for the first time everytime I see it.

...and it was not Pearl Harbor's fault. I don't swear at all but I could swear it on Kate Beckinsale's mouth.

First of all, the score... that was glorious, no matter what. I know it's no surprise coming from Hans.

Second of all... mmmm... ok.. it's just the music, but, i mean... i don't mind watching crazy ppl running from here to there, nurses, soldiers and japs, for three hours straight, if it's while hearing that war-love triangle-hollywood score.

So.. despite all it's faults, it was not Pearl Harbor's fault.

i think i'm just waiting for the opportune moment to watch Gone with the Wind. not so rainy.. not so hot. a few more clouds and a proper chariot if i must have one. decent days and nights.

not holograms with random paint brushes here and there. to have ink and paper and.. a tomato. to write down my review..

to whisper it .to her.