[Picspam] The Invisible - Top 5 Scenes
This is a picspam for picspammy . The challenge is "five".
I picked my five favorite scenes from my favorite movie, The Invisible.
They all make much more sense in context. =]
o5. When Finn Hudson reads terrible poetry, followed by Nick's awesome poetry
Jimmy: She sits up and cries / I sigh / Long thighs
Gotta fly / Love you, baby / I lie / Why?
Teacher: Jimmy, you wrote that?
Jimmy: Yes, ma'am!
Teacher: ...Okay, then. (claps Nick on the shoulder)
Nicholas. Let's see if you can top that. Please.
Nick: It still needs some work.
Teacher: It always needs work. Get used to it.
Day burns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul
In the night
I break into sparks of suns
And become fire's end
The dust of bones
Night knifes my breath
Swallows whole my tongue
Turn back, reverse, return.
In the night I see the real
Concealed in the day's bright lie
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile
Sleep walks, and talks, and feet count the time...
o4. When Nick realizes he's still alive
I'm alive...
Shit, I'm alive!
o3. When Annie dances and Nick just kind of watches her in awe
Eyes at night never see the day
because it's not in my nature
golden wings rise from the plane
they burn above the red earth
Scale these walls in front of me
have you ever stopped to wonder
why they forced your voice to turn
from silence to a caterwaul?
o2. When she saves him
Annie: I'm so sorry, Nick. I didn't see you before.
I didn't know you. I wish I could take it all back. Nick...
Nick: Annie.
Annie: Please. Don't go.
Nick: Annie. I'm here. I'm right here.
Annie:: Nick.
Nick: Annie. I see you. I see you.
Annie: Nick...I wanted to do one good thing.
Nick: You did, Annie. You did. You saved me.
o1. When Nick freaks out at his mom
Don't worry about it, Mom. This won't change a thing for you.
You got everything all under control, right? You always had your fingers in everything.
You know, fingering through this house, me, my room.
Don't! Don't feel a thing, Mom! You don't want to ruin your face, your pretty face!
I am out there in the mud! I'm dying, Mom, and you're sitting here with your briefs and your herbal tea and your books!
I wish you could see me right now, Mom! So you know how sick I am of you!
I am sick of you and your perfect world! I'm sick of you because it's not perfect, you hear me?
Oh, Nicky...
No posting these anywhere. I'll have them on my tumblr if anyone wants to reblog them.