By the sea

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I natt så jeg filmen “By The Sea” med Angelina Jolie Pitt og Brad Pitt, skrevet og regissert av Jolie

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Filmen er satt til midten av 70-tallet. Tidligere danser Vanessa og hennes mann, den amerikanske forfatteren Roland, reiser landet rundt sammen. De begynner å falle fra hverandre, men oppholdet i en rolig kystby dras de nærmere sammen gjennom spesielle hendelser.


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Jolie har uttalt at filmen i sin kjerne handler om sorg, og videre at tapet av hennes mor i 2007 forårsaket mye av det for henne


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Filmen minner om franske filmer fra 1960-tallet, og gir spesielt et tilbakeblikk til Jean Luc Godards (Contempt)


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5 Stars *****





Av Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
    But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
    But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.