chasing amy
I list Chasing Amy as one of my all-time favorite "romance" movies. It's funny, it's witty, and it's nonetheless about love and it's painful too.
And I've no idea who wrote the script, but it's a damn good script and there are so many great lines/monologues in it that it's just GODLY. It's just so smart.
Have this excerpt. I love it to bits. It's so much food for thought really.
*****
So there’s me and Amy. And we’re all inseperable, right? Just big time in love.
And then four months down the road, the idiot gear kicks in. And I ask her about the ex-boyfriend... which, as we all know, is a really dumb move. But you know how it is: you don’t wanna know, you just have to know, stupid guy bullshit.
So anyway, she starts telling me about him. How they fell in love, how they went out for a couple of years, and how they lived together, her mother likes me better, bla bla bla bla bla. And I’m okay.
But then she drops the bomb on me. And the bomb is this: it seems that a couple of times, while they were goin’ out, he brought some people to bed with him. Ménage à trois I believe it’s called.
Now this just blows my mind. I mean, I am not used to this sort of thing. I mean, I was raised Catholic, for God’s sake.
So I’m totally weirded out by this, right.
And then I just start blasting her. Like... I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling, so I figure the best way is by calling her slut, tell her how she was used. I mean. I’m-I’m out for blood. I just really wanna hurt this girl.
I’m like, “What the fuck is your problem?” right? And she’s all calm and trying to tell me, it was that time, it was that place, and she doesn’t think that she should apologize because she doesn’t think she did anything wrong. And I’m like, “Oh, really?”
Then I look her in the eye, I tell her it’s over. I walk.
Fuckin’ A.
No, idiot. It was a mistake.
I wasn’t disgusted with her, I was afraid. See at that moment I felt small, like... like I lacked experience, like I’d never be on her level or be enough for her or something like that, you know what I’m sayin’?
But what I didn’t get. She didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for that guy anymore, she was looking for me.
The "Bob".
But by the time I realized this, it was too late. She’d moved on. And all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then... later gave way to regret.
She was the girl. I know that now.
But I pushed her away.
So I’ve spent every day since then chasing Amy.
*****
I hope I can get through what I'm going through right now.
And I've no idea who wrote the script, but it's a damn good script and there are so many great lines/monologues in it that it's just GODLY. It's just so smart.
Have this excerpt. I love it to bits. It's so much food for thought really.
*****
So there’s me and Amy. And we’re all inseperable, right? Just big time in love.
And then four months down the road, the idiot gear kicks in. And I ask her about the ex-boyfriend... which, as we all know, is a really dumb move. But you know how it is: you don’t wanna know, you just have to know, stupid guy bullshit.
So anyway, she starts telling me about him. How they fell in love, how they went out for a couple of years, and how they lived together, her mother likes me better, bla bla bla bla bla. And I’m okay.
But then she drops the bomb on me. And the bomb is this: it seems that a couple of times, while they were goin’ out, he brought some people to bed with him. Ménage à trois I believe it’s called.
Now this just blows my mind. I mean, I am not used to this sort of thing. I mean, I was raised Catholic, for God’s sake.
So I’m totally weirded out by this, right.
And then I just start blasting her. Like... I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling, so I figure the best way is by calling her slut, tell her how she was used. I mean. I’m-I’m out for blood. I just really wanna hurt this girl.
I’m like, “What the fuck is your problem?” right? And she’s all calm and trying to tell me, it was that time, it was that place, and she doesn’t think that she should apologize because she doesn’t think she did anything wrong. And I’m like, “Oh, really?”
Then I look her in the eye, I tell her it’s over. I walk.
Fuckin’ A.
No, idiot. It was a mistake.
I wasn’t disgusted with her, I was afraid. See at that moment I felt small, like... like I lacked experience, like I’d never be on her level or be enough for her or something like that, you know what I’m sayin’?
But what I didn’t get. She didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for that guy anymore, she was looking for me.
The "Bob".
But by the time I realized this, it was too late. She’d moved on. And all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then... later gave way to regret.
She was the girl. I know that now.
But I pushed her away.
So I’ve spent every day since then chasing Amy.
*****
I hope I can get through what I'm going through right now.