Hal Hartley’s movies are beautiful and poetic and if I ever managed to do anything half as good my brain would explode from self-satisfaction.

I love the oddness of the cadence of the dialogue, the combination of perfectly natural and completely unnatural acting in the same scene, and mostly the combination of humor and melancholy often in the same moments.

That said, everyone should go and study Hal Hartley movies right now and turn off this fucking internet thing.

But you’re not going to do that because the internet is even more compelling than a grand intellectual and emotional adventure so here’s a quote from Hartley’s Henry Fool

Simon: It’s hurts to breathe.
Henry: Of course it does.

or how about this quote,

Simon Grim: I worked, while you sat back and comfortably dismissed the outside world as too shallow, stupid and mean to appreciate your ideas.
Henry Fool: Is that such a priority? Is that some sort of measure of a man’s worth? To drag what’s best in him out into the street so every average slob with some pretense to taste can poke it with a stick?
Simon Grim: Maybe. Maybe it is.

And if you want to see one of the most perfect imaged endings to a fairy tale then watch No Such Thing

Or maybe check out The Unbelievable Truth and see a dialogue play that blew my mind the first time I saw it. It was simple and gimmicky and so wonderfully poignant in that moment that it’s almost too much to watch.