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websterss · 1 year

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I saw this TikTok

The person's Tiktok: @ hartflex

Dude just imagine if Ethan was still Alive even though Sam and Tara swears up and down that they killed him. Like your trying to live your life away from NYC where Your Crazy ex boyfriend and his family had died at. And he shows up again 😭 I didn't know, if I would like that one bit

Omg was it the one with the voice over that said “according to the carpenter sisters there was said to be three suspects that were behind the murder massacres in New York City. Only two bodies were discovered.” 😱👀 if it is then I’ve seen that one 😄

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Some angst, some fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,432

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hope always lingered in the back of your mind after the news confirmed that Detective Bailey and Quinn were dead. Ethan’s disappearance remained unknown. No knowledge, no information on where he could be. The group saw it as good news. They were again free from being chased and no longer had to look over their shoulders. It was liberating. The beginning of a fresh start again. The trauma still remained though. The nightmares lingered, projecting behind your eyelids every time you closed them. Various flashes of blood and knives painted your restless nights. However, it was his face that kept you from sleep. The memories of what you considered to have been the happiest days you could have had. The promises of forever twisted into false statements with the removal of the mask. You didn’t think he’d be the one behind it. You didn’t know what to think anymore.

You had made it known to the party that you swore you saw someone that resembled Ethan one afternoon. The crowded subway made it impossible to allow you to catch a second glimpse. You pushed and moved passed people and in the end, you were left with nothing but the faint catch of dark brown curls.

Chad reminded you that his betrayal could have made you hallucinate or possibly mistake someone for Ethan by accident. The need for answers and your need for closure to help close this particular chapter in your life was what could have brought on the want for that person on the subway to have been him. You knew better. Your gut telling you that it was him, that you weren’t hallucinating or making him up. You knew better…and no one wanted to believe you.

You unlock your apartment and walk inside. Your keys clatter on the glass bowl on the table by the door. You remove your jacket and bag. Sighing in relief that you could finally distress and take down your armor. It was your guard that didn’t fall, though. You froze in place seeing the outline of the silhouette standing in front of your window—he pulled down a blind divider to peek out. You didn’t need him to turn around to know it was him. His jacket and backpack on the carpet clarified who entered your home.

“Hey! You had the late shift at the cafe, right? It’s why you barely got home…” You thank the fact his back is turned to you. You didn’t want him to see you flinch at just the mere sound of his voice.

“E-Ethan.” You greet. Though it felt more like a question

“I-I still had the spare you gave to me…” He takes the key out of his jacket pocket. The clatter makes you flinch again as it rattles on top of your small dining table. You stiffen as he turns around. “I don’t know what surprises me more. The fact you didn’t replace the locks or that fact you saw me and didn’t turn me in.”

Your questions were answered.

“So it was you…on the train that day.”

“You caught me off guard that day…” He looks down. A tiny smirk as he quirks a brow at you. “Y-You’re done with classes around 4…I thought I was in the clear.” He nervously laughs.

“You kept tabs on me didn’t you?” You gape at him.

“It was the only way I could keep you close.”

You scoff. Crossing your arms. “You’re full of shit!” You pick up a pillow and launch it at him. “You son of bitch. You think you can come into my home like you own the goddamn place, expect me to receive you with a smile and accept your hey. Go to hell!” You round the couch to get up in his face. His jaw clenches as he lets your words be thrown at him. “You have some nerve coming back, especially after everything. Anika was our friend…Chad for gods sake! I let you in. I introduced you to my friends! I loved you!” You cry. Your hands pushing and beating against his chest. He stumbles back, taking blow after blow. A solemn frown painted his features. His eyes getting teary-eyed. “I let you in…I told you my life story, my insecurities, I let you in, and you threw it all away so you could what- kill my friends! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you and your stupid face, and for making me fall in love with you. I gave you everything I had left of myself…did you even really love me?” You sneer up at him with so much anger and hatred for him. “Or was that all a part of you and your family’s plans…” You ball your fist against his chest. Head falling against him. Your faint sniffles and cries break him. “I knew…” You nod. Ethan gently runs his fingertips over your fist, flattening out your palm to rest against his shirt. “I knew you weren’t dead, and no one believed me.”

“I’m here…” He reassures.

“I hate you so much…” Your lips tremble as your eyes rake over his face. The curves and dents of his features memorably welcoming. “How could you? We talked about a future together…you gave me hope of a someday…Why would you do that to me? Put me through all this shit?” A tear falls down your cheeks. He lifts his hand to wipe it away. You instinctually find yourself leaning into his hand, pressing your cheek up against his palm. It felt like home.

“My dad he uh- He gave me an ultimatum after I didn’t want to follow through with his plan.” He swallowed thickly. His brows furrowed in thought. “It was either I go through with the plan like he told us…or he’d kill you.”

Your faces scrunched in confusion. “When did you…Why didn’t you want to go through with it anymore?”

“It was after our first date…” He looked down. A sad smile doted his face now. “You asked me if I wanted to play a game called 36 questions. I said yes. So we played…and one of the questions you asked was if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living and why…” He looked back up at you with intensity. “You answered first and said you wouldn’t change anything cause it brought you closer to the people you loved. That if you had changed something…you wouldn’t have met me.” A tear fell down his cheek. You braced a teary-eyed smile, nodding.

“I did…” You breathe out.

“I knew right there…I knew.” He nodded. “I don’t blame you if you decide to hate me forever. The things I did can’t be forgiven or forgotten, and I’m gonna live with that guilt…” He sniffles. “I-I never gave you my answer that day…” He shutters out a faint exhale.

“You’d change something?”

“The only thing I’d change would be to have met you and your friends under better circumstances. That I didn’t meet you for the sake of my dad wanting revenge for my brother. That’s all I’d change…” He shrugs.

“I don’t think I’d change the way we met.” You disagree.

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Cause you fit right in from the start…” You shrug. “Chad brought you along one day, and the rest was history. Even if you did juke the roommate lottery and attempt to kill us. You came into our lives… my life. I don’t think we would have even crossed paths if you were just Ethan Landry the transfer student going to the same school as Woodsboro survivors. Was the outcome one I would have never imagined…yeah and it fucking hurt.” You admit solemnly. “But I wouldn’t change how we met for anything.” You shake your head. “I don’t forgive you…” Ethan's shoulders drop at your words. “Not right now…It’s gonna take me some time…Chad, the girls, they won’t take you back. Maybe in a few years, but this…not right now.” You gesture between you two. “It’s too much. I just need time okay.”

“I’ll wait for you.” He admits it like it was simple.

“Then you’ll be doing that for a while.” You breathe out a laugh.

“I’ll wait a lifetime for you.” You stare back at his kicked puppy dog eyes. You groan, facepalming.

“You can’t say shit like that!” You whine. You turn around and walk to your room.

“But I’m serious...” He defends, following after you.

“I know!” You look back at him over your shoulder.

#‣ julie answers #ashlesys-blog #scream vi:hcs #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

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feodor-dostoevsky · 2 years

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BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

#filmedit #romancegifs #before sunrise #richard linklater #julie delpy #ethan hawke #céline x jesse #doyouevenfilm #moviegifs #dailyflicks #useroptional #userbbelcher #movieedit #myedit #💕💕💕

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nerdside · 1 year

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BEFORE SUNRISE (1995)

dir. Richard Linklater

#quoteoftheday #life #happiness #inspiration #before sunrise #before midnight #before sunset #before trilogy #movies #moviegifs #film #90s #ethan hawke #jesse x celine #julie delpy #mine #my edit

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darkeralmond · 10 months

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omg hi! i love your work :) could you please write more ethan x hughes!reader? i really loved their dynamic in the imagine you wrote :)

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! I love their dynamic too!!

Fireworks

Ethan Edwards x Hughes! Reader

synopsis: it’s the 4th of july and you and your brothers decide to throw a party at your parents’ house

warnings: fluff, ethan being adorable, luke being a protective brother

word count: 1k

a/n: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!! and if u don’t celebrate it then happy tuesday!! this is a 4th of july themed fluff fic, so i hope u all enjoy!!

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The whole backyard was decked with red, white, and blue decorations for the 4th of July. Jack, Luke, Quinn, and you decided to throw a party at your parents’ lake house. Luke invited his best friends from the hockey team while you invited your closest sorority. There were a couple more people there including Jack and Quinn’s friends.

A while back, you and Ethan had finally become public with your relationship which meant you guys told Luke about it. He was a little upset since you went against his words, but he was overall supportive.

Trevor had been grilling all day while everyone hung out around the lake. You rested on a pool-like chair with Ethan, his arms wrapped around you tightly. Luke flirted with your guys’ friend, Jocelyn, which caused you to laugh. “Looks like he's having fun,” you said while looking up at Ethan.

He opened his eyes and he looked over at the two of them, letting out a snicker of his own. “Sure looks like it.” He looked down at you and smiled softly. “What about you? You having fun?”

“Yeah, of course I am!” you beamed. “I’m here with you and my brothers. That's all I could ask for.” A warm smile spread on his face at your answer, before he placed a quick kiss on your forehead.

The intimate moment was ruined by Mark spraying Ethan with a water gun. The cold water hit you as well, causing you to yelp as you sprung up from the chair. Ethan also got up and glared at Mark before a devilish smile spread on his face. He looked over and saw water balloons in a bucket close by, so he lunged for them and started throwing them at Mark.

The two boys broke out into battle while you laughed as you fled from the scene. You made your way up the stairs to the deck. You were greeted by Trevor, Jack, and Cole as they sat at a table near the backdoor.

Trevor was the first one to notice you walk over since he faced your direction. “Hey, Y/N!” He looked down at your wet shirt and started laughing. “What happened to you?”

You laughed as you took a seat next to Cole, sitting across from your brother. “Well, Mark sprayed Ethan and I with a water gun. Now, they’re out there being children.”

Jack looked over in that direction and smiled widely. “Oh shit, Luke’s getting in on it!” You flung your head in that direction and watched as Luke sprayed the boys with water guns. You laughed loudly along with Jack and the guys before bringing your attention back.

Cole then smiled at you and tilted his head, “How are you and Ethan doing? I’ve heard a lot from Jack.”

You smiled a bit and nodded your head. “We’re doing great! I mean, it’s really only been looking up since we became public.” You looked back over at the boy you loved dearly. He had a radiant smile on his face and his nose scrunched slightly.

You felt your stomach flip as you admired him from afar. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked back at Cole. “Is Luke handling it well?” Trevor asked. “You know how he is.”

You let out a giggle at the male’s comment, “Yeah. He’s handling it the best he can.” You looked back at Luke and watched as he playfully fought with Ethan. “He’s still friends with him, which that’s always good.”

Jack laughed, “I’m surprised. Luke’s usually pissed when you do things he asks you specifically not to.”

“Maybe it’s because of Jocelyn,” you suggested. “He’s been more lenient ever since he got with her.” This caused the guys to laugh at the table. You smiled as you looked back at the boys.

Ethan then noticed you watching him from the deck and waved you over. “Y/N! Come on!” he yelled out to you. “Grab the biggest water gun!”

You looked back at the three boys and got up from your seat. “I’ll be back!” you giggled as you ran down the stairs, grabbing the biggest water gun you could find.

You sat on the stairs leading up to the deck with Ethan as you stared up at the starry night. The fireworks were about to start going off and you two found the perfect spot.

You rested your head on his shoulder as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He rested his head atop of yours and whispered, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Ethan.” You felt warm and tingly every time you were around him. It didn’t matter how long you guys had been together, you still felt as giddy as you did the first time you saw him.

You then heard footsteps behind you. “Ahem,” a voice cleared their throat. You looked back and saw Luke standing at the top of the stairs. “You guys are too close.”

You rolled your eyes and scooted away from Ethan. “Why do you have to be an overprotective brother now?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, “Because you’re dating my best friend.” He then looked over at Ethan. “You guys are cute by the way…” he mumbled.

You grinned, “What was that?”

“I said ‘you guys are cute by the way’,” he said louder.

You smiled warmly and got up, rushing up the stairs and hugging him. “I love you, Lukey!” You let go of him and playfully punched his shoulder. “Now, go find Jocelyn and kiss her under the fireworks!”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You couldn’t help but notice the small smile that formed on his face due to your comment. You squeezed his cheek and made your way back down to your spot next to Ethan.

The first firework set off into the sky, creating a beautiful view in front of you two. You smiled widely as you looked over at Ethan. He looked back at you and placed his hand on your cheek. He pulled you in for a kiss, your eyes fluttering shut as they made contact with his.

#ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards x y/n #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards #4th of july

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midnightstar-90 · 10 months

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Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

🔥- 18+/Mature | ☔- Sad

Scream

Lovers Lane (C.M.M) 🔥

@msgorillagripcoochie's About You Fic (C.M.M)

@n-slayaaaaa's Calls I Can't Make Fic 1 2 3 (E.L) | (C.M.M) 🔥

DC Comics

Knight Wolf and Little Robin (J.T)

Lost Cause (J.T)

Control (C.K)

@tinkerbelle05's Maybe We'll Get Through This (J.R)

@asonofpeter's Where You Go Masterlist (J.R)🔥

@oneshots-heaven's The Motel Room Masterlist (D.G)

Vampire Diaries | Originals | Legacies

The Original Daughter (E.M)

Cursed Witch (K.M) 🔥

Damon's Daughter (D.S)

Avatar

@avatarkv

@cryinginthemoonpool's A Forgotten Birthday ☔ (Sully Family)

Harry Potter

Infinity (F.W) 🔥

Evermore (S.S) 🔥

Endgame (S.S) 🔥

Stranger Things

Ho Hey (E.M)

Julie & The Phantoms

Somethin Stupid (R.P)

Boy Meets World

Capsize (S.H)

Oscar Issac + Characters

@melodygatesauthor (O.I)

@sweetly-yours-and-mine (O.I)

@bastardmandennis's Pretty When You Cry (J.L) 🔥

@ivystoryweaver's With You Masterlist (Moon Knight System)

@mooooonnnzz's Miguel O'hara & Daughter Action 1, 2, 3, 4 (M.O)

Moondust (Moon Knight System)

@m00nsbaby's Why Won't You Love Me? (Moon Knight System)☔

@lockleysfav's Haze (M.O)🔥

@januaryembrs's Last Knight In SOHO Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@bastardmandennis's Even If It's A False God (M.S)🔥

@ohmystaxk's Goodbye, My Dear Stranger Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@alwritey-aphrodite's I'll Be Back Again To Stay Masterlist (S.G)🔥

Marvel

Pistol (H.B)

Freaks | Runaways | Heroes | Humans (P.M)

@anonymousewrites's Portal To My Heart Masterlist (L.L)

Shadow & Bone

Stain of Red (The Darkling)

@midnightlilium's Reborn Masterlist (The Darkling) 🔥☔ * Not as explicit as other content on this app*

@kasagia's I'll Be Back For You Fic 1 2 (The Darkling) | (K.B)

@moonlightgrisha's Moon Summoner Masterlist (The Darkling)

Actors

@yawneneteyam's All Things Connected Masterlist (J.F)

@babybluebex's Bad Idea, Right? (J.Q) 🔥

@anxiouslymalicious's Losers Club Plus One Masterlist (R.T)

New Girl

A Summer's Day (N.M) 🔥

Bridgerton

@bosbas's Love In Bloom Masterlist (B.B)

@nikkisheep's To Be Alone With You series (A.B) 🔥 1 2 3

@bellatrixscurls's Arranged Marriage (A.B) 🔥

@bellatrixscurls's Exquisite Weather Today, No? (A.B) 🔥1

@fayes-fics's A Beneficial Arrangement (A.B) 🔥

@marwritesgood's Illicit Affairs (A.B) 🔥

@dreamwritesimagines's Enamored Masterlist (A.B)

The Second Born Bridgerton & The Second Born Bridgerton's Wife (B.B)

@homeofthepeculiar's I Know You So Well Masterlist (B.B)🔥

Criminal Minds

@dr-spencer-reids-queen's Criminal Minds Series Rewrite Masterlist (S.R)

@fortheloveofwonderland's Me & You & Everyone We Know - Masterlist (S.R)🔥

Jensen Ackles + Characters

@zepskies's Take Me Home Masterlist (B.A)

@zepskies's Masterlist (Jensen + Characters)

@luci-in-trenchcoats's Home Sweet Not Home (J.A)

@lamentationsofalonelypotato's You Call It Madness But I Call It Love Masterlist (S.B)

@anundyingfidelity's Blood, Sweat, & Tears (B.B/S.B)🔥

@syrma-sensei's Hush Hush Behind The Shield (S.B)🔥

@anundyingfidelity's I'm A Ruin 1, 2, 3 (S.B)🔥

@wayward-dreamer's Pillow Talk (S.B)🔥

@princessmisery666's Please Don't Leave (J.A)

The Rookie

@xxchumanixx's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/J.N)

@chiefdirector's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/Chenford)

@fluentmoviequoter's Rookie Masterlist (T.B)

Percy Jackson Series

@woodlandwrites's Mind Over Matter (L.C)

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boleynecklace · 3 months

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modern au tudor aesthetics: henry vii & elizabeth of york

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guzgecesi · 1 year

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#guzgecesi #aşk #love #photography #couple #reletionship #aesthetic #edebiyat #kitap #Book #Train #before sunset #before sunrise #Movie #Netflix #julie delpy #Ethan hawke #Jesse x celine

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madeleineengland · 11 months

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On this day in 1994, Jesse and Céline meet on a train from Budapest to Vienna. 🚆💞 #June16th

#before sunrise #film #ethan hawke #julie delpy #anniversary #90s movies #jesse x celine #90s movie #love #romantic movie #otp #romantic movies #cult film #cult movie

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admireforever · 1 year

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Before Sunset

#mine #screens #before midnight #before sunrise #before sunset #julie delpy #ethan hawke #jesse wallace #celine #jesse #celine and jesse #jesse and celine #celine x jesse #jesse x celine

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dmitriene · 8 months

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— ethereal resonance.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «surrender to my pain»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«locked inside my cage»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌«could i be a prisoner»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «for the voices in my brain»

summary: in the daily struggling with the viscous abyss of unhappiness, tears and an irresistible desire to reunite with your lost love, an unexpected and mystical connection arises. content: ethan winters x gn reader tags: angst, emotional hurt, character's dead, mentions of breakdown - depression - suicidal thoughts and sensitive topics, lack of communication, slightly comfort at the end and the start. author's note: hello sweets!! i'm happy to present you my first work with ethan which is slightly sad and contains sensitive themes, so i hope you'll like it! enjoy your reading) 🌫️

Your once happy marriage to Ethan was a cocoon of warmth and love, your home a haven filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the comforting familiarity of each other.

Each morning began with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains and casting a warm golden glow throughout your shared bedroom, when you woke up you were greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and Ethan's gentle kisses on your forehead, setting the tone for another wonderful day together.

Your days were filled with stolen glances and shared smiles, small gestures that spoke volumes about your love, the walls of your home were adorned with photographs of your happiest moments — holidays on sunny beaches, cozy evenings by the fireplace and stolen kisses in the rain, these photographs served as a constant reminder about the love you shared.

The evenings were a symphony of togetherness, you cooked dinner together, the aroma of your favorite dishes filled the air, the dinner table was a platform for conversations that seemed to have no end, where you shared your thoughts, hopes and fears, the quiet sound of your laughter echoed through everyone corner of your house.

But then this happiness was cruelly taken away.

The day Ethan died, your world fell apart.

The atmosphere in your home became one of unbearable sorrow and oppressive emptiness, every room was cold and silent, devoid of the warmth that once filled it, once loved photographs now served as a painful reminder of what was lost.

Your days became an endless cycle of despair, you retreated from the world, locked in the house that was once your refuge of warmth and love, the curtains remained drawn, casting an eternal shadow over your life, the house became a labyrinth of memories with a piece of Ethan kept in every corner, a reminder of a life lost.

Every night you retreated to your shared bedroom, tears staining the pillow where you once shared dreams and whispered sweet nothings, sleep was elusive and when it came, it brought dreams of being reunited with Ethan, dreams that were both balm and torment.

The morning was the cruelest part of your day, you woke up to a world that seemed emptier with each sunrise, the first rays of sunlight that were once a joyful greeting now only illuminated the harsh reality of your loneliness, your bed that once was a place of general warmth and intimacy became cold and deserted.

Tears became your constant companion, a river of sadness that flowed endlessly from your eyes, they wet your pillows and stained your cheeks — a tangible manifestation of the pain rooted in your soul, each tear contained the weight of your grief, a heavy burden that threatened to consume you .

The rest of the day passed in a blur, you moved through life like a ghost, cut off from the world around you, ordinary tasks seemed insurmountable and simple solutions became overwhelming, the atmosphere in your home became oppressive, the walls seemed to close in around you, locking you in a prison of despair.

At night, when darkness fell, the real torment began.

Sleep offered no respite, instead it brought vivid dreams of being reunited with Ethan, in these dreams he was so close, his presence was almost tangible, you could hear his voice, feel his touch and for a brief moment were transported back to the time when your love was alive and well.

But then, cruelly, you woke up.

The atmosphere of these moments of semi consciousness was in stark contrast to the dreams, you jerked in bed and the crushing reality of Ethan's absence crashed down on you, the room would be immersed in shadows and the silence would be deafening.

Gradually, thoughts of suicide began to enter your mind like an inexorable storm, the quagmire in your thoughts was suffocating, as if a dark cloud had descended over your consciousness.

She whispered to you, offering an escape from unrelenting pain, a way to reconnect with the love you so desperately missed.

Every day became a battle between the desire to be free from suffering and the faint glimmer of hope that still simmered within you, your existence was a constant struggle, a war between the darkness that threatened to consume you and the memory of the love that once brought you so much joy.

In those moments of despair, it seemed as if there was no way out of the suffocating cocoon of grief and longing, and you were adrift in a sea of sadness, desperately searching for a lifeline to hold on to, a way to find meaning and purpose in a world that had lost its shine.

Then, one evening, an unexpected glimmer of light and the somehow familiar sound of Ethan's voice broke the suffocating silence.

The scenery changed again, but this time it was as if a faint thread of hope had made its way through the darkness, the soft yellow light that danced in the corners of your house seemed like a lifeline, a connection to the love you had lost.

Ethan's voice, a soothing whisper in the silence, seemed to call you, telling you to hold on, as if he was trying to convey something, to tell you that in some form he was still with you, the sharply empty space was filled with the feeling of his lingering presence, and you clung to these manifestations of his existence in your head.

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These moments of unearthly connection became your lifeline, the only thing that kept you from the abyss of despair.

The yellow lights and his voice were a fragile bridge to the life you once knew — a reminder that love, in one form or another, can survive even in the darkest of times.

The cemetery was shrouded in a heavy, gloomy atmosphere — as you approached it, your footsteps echoed along the gravel path, the sky above was overcast, casting a dull gray pallor on the landscape, and the air was thick with the weight of sadness.

The road leading to the cherished grave was lined with silent rows of tombstones, evidence of the countless lives that came before, and the inevitable end that brought you here.

As you approached the grave, the world around you seemed to recede, leaving you in a bubble of isolation, your steps slow and heavy — each one a reluctant step closer to your heart's desire to be reunited with Ethan in the land of the dead.

You stood in front of a grave, the final resting place of a loved one, the tombstone was a stark reminder of the permanence of death, the world felt still as if it was holding its breath in awe of the pain that brought you here, the tombstone served as a stark reminder — a reminder of a reality that is impossible to escape leave.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch the cold stone surface, your fingers tracing the letters of Ethan's name as tears welled up in your eyes, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only you and the memory of your lost love.

In a voice choked with melancholy, you whispered — «I can't live without you, Ethan, life has lost all meaning»

But then, in a moment that surpassed all reason and expectation, the dull gray sky above seemed to part, allowing grains of golden light, reminiscent of the sun, to form in the air out of nowhere and fall directly onto Ethan's gravestone, enveloping him in a warm, ethereal light.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched in amazement, the light intensifying, swirling and merging until it formed the unmistakable shape of the letters.

The words became clear, shining brightly in the golden light and seemed to float in the air — «I want you to live, love, please..»

Shock and disbelief filled you as you read the message, as if Ethan's very essence had taken shape in those glowing letters, you couldn't understand what was happening, maybe it was some strange trick of the light, or maybe your grief stricken feelings were playing tricks on you a cruel joke?

As you continued to look at the inscription, the realization slowly dawned on you, this was not a trick, not a mere coincidence, it was Ethan's voice, his presence reaching out to you from beyond the grave, he was still with you, even if not in a physical sense, but in such a way that he overcame the boundaries of life and death.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, a mixture of relief, gratitude and overwhelming emotions, that made you silently fell to your knees in front of the gravestone, reaching out your hands to touch the words as if confirming their reality — «Ethan» you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of joy and sadness — «You're still here with me..?»

The environment seemed to respond with a light breeze that rustled the leaves of nearby trees, calming with its caress, and it was then that you realized that Ethan was still with you, albeit not in the physical sense, but in the sense that went beyond the boundaries of the possible and familiar.

You were no longer alone, you had Ethan with you, a presence that defied the limits of mortality, and a love that could never truly be extinguished.

And as you cried tears of loss and gratitude, you made a silent promise to fulfill his wish, to cherish the memory of your love and to find a way to move forward, to live knowing that a part of Ethan would always be there— your side.

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"Did you show up in Vienna that December?"

“It's the lovely bookshop Shakespeare & Company (37 Rue de la Bucherie) where Jesse (Ethan Hawke) and Celine (Julie Delpy) meet again in Paris after nine years (pics 5-8) in the romantic drama film "Before Sunset" - the sequel to "Before Sunrise" which is set in Vienna.

And it's the Rue Saint Julien le Pauvre just around the corner (pics 1-4) where they begin their stroll around Paris and Celine wants to know if Jesse waited for her in Vienna while she could not return because her grandmother died. I love how their conversations soon become deeply personal while they walk through the city.”

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An Apologia to BEFORE MIDNIGHT (2013)

I've just finished rewatching for the umpteenth time the spectacular work of art that is The Before Trilogy, and since I've discovered it I have always refrained myself from writing about it because of my inability to put into words the beauty and the depth behind the meaning that these three films have progressively acquired for me.

But this time I'm going to try to say something for the sake of those who believe the screenplay to have failed in portraying Jesse and Celine’s personalities and gone out of character in this third installment – which I feel particularly compelled to defend as it's, in my opinion, not only the best entry in the trilogy, but also one of the best movies ever made, significantly thanks to the way the couple's characterization brilliantly builds up on two-decades of long cinematic work and collaborative effort and climaxes with an egregious payoff. I hope that reading about how I interpret the way Before Midnight blends in perfect harmony with Before Sunrise and Before Sunset may at least partially redeem the film for those of you who were left dissatisfied or disappointed by the decrease in naive idealism and dream-like romance.

WARNING: Detailed spoilers of all three movies under the cut.

Even though I think it’s quite easy at first to find a bit jarring the evident, apparently sudden change in Jesse and Celine's dynamic – reacting with a kind of discomfort that is clearly something the screenplay wants to induce in the audience, which is not accostumed to revisit Jesse and Celine after they have spent almost a decade together and studying each other inside out – I also think it quickly becomes clear that what Before Midnight aims to do, with regards to characterization, is to take all the most irritating and unpleasant shades Jesse and Celine had always had within themselves, whose seeds were planted and indeed palpable, albeit romanticized, in Sunrise (despite both characters trying their best to keep them hidden beneath a deeply self-conscious need to foster the spark of their newfound connection and perform the attraction/seduction role-play) and aptly watered in Sunset, and throw them full-force to the viewers’ face, challenging their ability to still feel invested in the couple by appealing to the idea that even our favorite, most beloved people in the world can intimately be ugly, paradoxical, occasionally toxic as well as endearing at the same time, because that’s a hard truth about human nature and “this is real life, it’s not perfect but it’s real”.

To demonstrate that their characterization is actually coherent with everything that came before, I challenge you to think about Jesse and Celine in these terms: Sunrise makes it clear that they are both smart college graduates, fundamentally contemplative and opinionated intellectuals (or at least, proto-intellectuals) who share a hardwired desire to shape the world around them with their thoughts and ideas and an idealist outlook on the universe, time and the human condition. The trilogy explores, among other things, the way they react to the realization that the universe, time and the human condition can’t conform to their idealistic vision, but that they themselves have to find out how to conform to the universe, time and the human condition. What deeply sets Jesse and Celine apart, then, is the direction they decide to channel the resentment and deep-seated unfulfilling dread steaming from this bitter realization towards.

Jesse directs it towards himself, which turns him into a depressed writer who is never going to be satisfied no matter what happens into his life. In Sunset, the movie starts with Jesse talking about how everything is autobiographical and proceeding to announce the concept of his next book, which happens to feature a totally depressed guy whose dream is riding motorcycles trough South America, being a lover and adventurer who finds happiness “in the doing, not getting what he wants”, but who is instead “sitting at a marble table, eating lobsters with a beautiful wife and everything that he needs”. Later on, at the Parisian café, Jesse rants about being unable to be “in the moment”, about not enjoying any minute of his best-selling book tour and about how Buddhists may have a point when they talk about freeing themselves from desire – which Celine aptly identifies as a symptom of depression. And while Sunset seems to want to make you think that Jesse’s depression may stem from his unsatisfying family life, even hinting at the idea that Celine may be the cure to his condition, Midnight slaps you hard in the face and awakens you to the reality that even though Jesse did get what he wanted, he’s still more depressed than ever – in fact, it clarifies that Jesse’s depression is existential. Celine herself outwardly calls him out on it after he relates an anecdote about the twins fighting over a trampoline, when he refers to pettiness, jealousy and selfishness as “the natural human state”. He seems to quickly scrape her comment off in the moment as one of her exaggerations, but later on admits to his accuracy when he tells her, in the last scene of the movie, that he has struggled all his life connecting and being present with those he loves the most. Which brings us back to Sunrise and his confession about being an unwanted, neglected child who eventually kind of adjusted and took pride in viewing the world as “this place where I wasn’t meant to be”, or to the acknowledgement that he is sick of experiencing his life from his own point of view (“see, I’ve heard all these stories, so of course I’m sick of myself”). I truly believe, during the car ride at the beginning of Midnight, that Jesse is thinking about the same words of his father’s that he was confessing to Celine in Sunrise, when he says, talking about his own absence from his son’s life, “This is the one thing I promised myself I was never going to do, and now I look up and I’m doing it”. I really think it often goes underappreciated how tragic Jesse’s character actually is. The point of his character is that his own childhood abandonment trauma colored his conception and experience of the world, and about how that adds up to his intellectual inability to find peace and contentment in the moment, and about how both aspects flow into apparently inescapable patterns of self-repeated misery. He’s not just depressed: he’s doomed to depression. And the truth the movie points to is that, ultimately, Celine can’t change this foundational aspect of Jesse’s nature. She has, to an extent, to learn to live with it and accept it.

On the other hand, the same intellectual resentment and unfulfilling dread that Jesse directs within himself, Celine aggressively projects to the outside world. If Jesse is fundamentally depressed, Celine is fundamentally angry. Sunrise does a masterful job at carefully planting the seeds that testify how Celine is, at her core, defined by her anger, while simultaneously never allowing for that anger to truly come to the surface and take the audience out of the otherworldly romantic idealism of their night in Vienna. She talks about the unfairness of being unable to complain to nice and supporting parents; she says that everything pisses her off and proceeds to list several examples; she thinks it’s a healthy process to rebel against everything in her life right after admitting that she has been raised happily, loved and wealthy and doesn’t even know “who or what the enemy is”; quite revealingly, she tells an anecdote about a professional shrink experiencing her anger to the effect that, after a single session with her, she had to call the police in fear that Celine might actually carry out the story about killing her ex-boyfriend that she had written as a consequence of her morbid obsession with him. And maybe most importantly, the palm reader makes explicit to the audience what ends up being the central theme of Celine’s character in the trilogy: “you need to resign yourself to the awkwardness of life; only if you find peace within yourself, you’ll find true connection with others”. Sunset dares to shed quite a bit of the romantic aura that Celine was wrapped in during Sunrise where, despite all of this, she still managed to resemble a Botticelli angel, and lets her anger manifest more vividly in several moments. “The world is a mess right now!” she shouts right before a bitter political rant. She’s also deeply resentful towards Jesse who, despite her statement in Sunrise about not wanting to be “a great story” or a male fantasy, has basically decided to spectacularize their night together and sell Celine’s most intimate side to the masses. This is why Celine proceeds to lie about not remembering them having sex – she feels like Jesse has stripped her of agency and control over herself and officialized to the world a one-sided interpretation of their encounter – so she wants to reclaim ownership and hurt him at the same time (“knowing his weak points, what would hurt him, seduce him” she told him in Sunrise while talking about her habit of studying her boyfriends in order to grasp how to manipulate them). The existence of this fictionalized version of herself out in the world that she didn’t consent to, along with the death of her romantic outlook on life that prompts her notorious rant in the taxi, only makes it easier for her to allow her deep-seated anger to bubble up and start defining her. Which brings us to Midnight, where that anger is so consuming that it ends up being directed also at herself (she resents herself for failing to live up to her own expectations of both motherhood and feminism, and for letting herself be consumed by anger). She engages in a lot of borderline toxic behaviors – parental alienation (she sabotages Jesse’s ability to talk to Hank twice), false accusation and public shame (she mischaracterizes their conversation in the car at the dinner table and exposes Jesse’s private fantasy) and generic hurtful insults. Her problem with Jesse’s monopoly on how the world perceives her is as alive as ever, and she makes it a matter of relative status in the relationship. And last but not least, she also resents the world – and men – for women’s unjust impossibility to avoid having to make compromises that motherhood (or largely, the female condition) imposes on them, leading them to sacrifice leisure time or renounce to opportunities that our modern, fully technological world increasingly abounds with. In the same scene, in the hotel room, where Celine calls Jesse out for being depressed, he accuses her of seeing anger as a positive means to deal with life, and despite her refusal to concede the point in the moment, she ultimately admits to it in the last scene of the movie (“I’m an angry person and I hurt my kids, my work and everyone that I love”).

In a nutshell, we could sum up their characters as follows:

JESSE: idealized, intellectual approach to the world --> finds out about world’s imperfection --> blames himself --> existential depression.

CELINE: idealized, intellectual approach to the world --> finds out about world’s imperfection --> blames the world --> existential anger.

Particularly interesting, in this regard, is the role each of them plays in establishing the kind of path the other ends up taking. Jesse ultimately allows his depression to take over him as a consequence of Celine's decision to miss their agreed-upon second encounter six months after Sunrise, whereas Celine ultimately allows her anger to take over her as a consequence of Jesse's decision to circumvent her previously expressed wish and publish a book about the night they spent together in Vienna. In a way, they both sealed each other's existential fate in their quest for the connection they had once shared.

So, once you peel away all the layers in their characterization and identify the root core of their motivation, choices and actions, I don’t really think it’s possible to argue that they are out of character in Before Midnight. In fact, it feels like a perfect follow-up to its predecessors, designed to force the characters to confront the origin of their unhappiness and realize that they are not meant to be each other’s salvation. Just as Celine is going to have to accept Jesse’s depression as something he’s never going to be able to fully part with, Jesse is going to have to learn to deal with Celine’s unhealthy relationship with her own anger (“I’m not asking you to change, it’s called accepting you for being you”). This is where Ariadni’s words come to mind as the testament of the film – “this is what fucks us up, right? The idea of a soulmate coming to save us from taking care of ourselves”. The point of the movie is that Jesse can’t save Celine from herself, and Celine can’t save Jesse from himself – that real love, which is to say real life, is not about that.

Another quite common form of criticism that I don't get is the annoyance at the movie being willing to occasionally be critical of feminism, or explore perspectives outside of the feminist lens – particularly with Jesse's character, whose detachment from and derision of Celine's overstated feminist apologia apparently strikes to many people as a betrayal to his characterization in the previous installments. But first of all, I don’t think there's any evidence that Jesse was ever portrayed as a feminist in the previous movies – and even if he had been, how can a change in one’s own ideology or outlook on life through an eighteen-years-long experience result in an “out of character” portrayal? People change. Ideologically and politically, I’m almost a completely different person than I was three years ago. Does that make me out of character? I don't think so. But that said, many seem to move from the assumption that Sunrise and Sunset were feminist movies in the first place, which I also disagree with. In Sunrise itself, when the topic of gender comes up for the first time between the two, Jesse points out the paradoxical nature of some common female behaviors and raises a biologically-rooted counterpoint to Celine’s obviously University-derived socially constructivist outlook. Nothing about that screams “feminist” to me.

On a sidenote, though, I find incredibly illuminating Jesse’s response to Celine’s rant about female sacrifice in the hotel room scene. He sharply brings up her privileged upbringing (she actually spent her whole childhood “travelling around the world while her father built buildings” and was raised “with all the freedoms he had fought for”, as she herself said to him in Sunrise), which starkly contrasts both with his own childhood of neglect and psychological abuse and therefore with her feminist axiomatic ideas of male privilege and female oppression, and then he mentions a specific historical male-only obligation (the military draft) to swiftly rebuff her claims. She calls him an asshole, but has no real counterargument to throw back at him other than some mockery. This writing choice was actually so clever that I had to pause the movie a moment and think back about Jesse’s character. Then it occurred to me: Jesse’s been divorced and likely lost custody of his son after a strenuous legal battle with his ex-wife that both he and Celine refer to multiple times during the film. He had to spend years travelling back and forth trying to escape the dreadful destiny of turning into his own father and dealing with a progressively litigious ex-wife who apparently exploited Celine’s pregnancy and the notoriously skewed U.S. legal system to make Jesse’s attempt at remaining present in his son’s life extremely difficult – all of this while still managing to maintain some kind of sympathy from the viewers, who know she’s been wronged and cheated on by her ex-husband. The screenplay of this movie is excellent to the point of being able to condense into a single line a character’s entire lived experience and approach to things. That amazing line from Jesse about the “trenches of the Sorbonne” not only reminds the audience that he’s not a feminist; it also reveals that he’s quite versed in (and therefore accostumed to) anti-feminist talking points. Which is incredibly accurate and realistic for an American man who has found himself having to deal with custody issues – as Celine rightly points out, “I guess judges assume that women have the mother instinct”.

The fact that Jesse’s lived experience makes him critical of feminism doesn’t mean that Celine’s own lived experience is invalid, though – nor does it mean that the movie itself is anti-feminist. And there lies the brilliance of the film. Celine’s deeply-held feminist views are still entertained and tested in their validity. She is allowed to be a feminist through and through and voice her ideas, often with incredibly powerful weight and resonance – in fact, two of Celine’s best and most poignant lines in the whole movie are "The world is fucked by unemotional, rational men deciding shit" and “You know what I love about men? They still believe in magic”. Most of the film's detractors just seem upset that those ideas are not presented by the movie as golden nuggets of truth that shouldn’t be subjected to scrutiny or falsification, or treated by the screenplay as axioms that should automatically be taken for granted by everyone. I also think having Jesse laugh at Celine exposing her worries about rape to be, once again, incredibly realistic – it highlights how there will always be some level of incomprehension between the sexes, and how men will never be fully able to put themselves in women’s shoes when it comes to truly understand and empathize with that kind of fear and vulnerability. It basically testifies men’s impossibility to live the female experience.

Moreover, the same detractors that lament their disappointment at the “lack of feminism” in the movie also seem to take umbrage at Celine being portrayed as profoundly human in her complexities, which strikes me as quite the paradox. Women can be as toxic and problematic as men, albeit often in different ways. It’s Celine’s own imperfection that truly makes her a great female character. The argument underneath this criticism seems to be that a female character who engages in problematic behaviors drawing from the ugliest side of human nature does a disservice to feminism – which I guess you might think, if your feminist belief assumes that only men can really be toxic and problematic with the other sex purely out of selfish reasons. It’s quite clear to me that a socially constructivist perspective on life and the world is informing these people's judgment on the movie and the characters, whose raw realism and unfiltered humanity they seem to find ideologically inconvenient.

I have to say I’m also baffled by some people's characterization of the argument scene in the hotel room as “boring”, or an example of “classic middle-aged couple problems" film. It’s anything but, in my opinion. I find it some of the best cinema I have ever seen, with directorial choices, a screenplay and acting performances so high-ranking and engrossing that I was left mouth wide open, with so many shades and aspects that I’d never seen any other “marriage movie” seriously bring up, let alone face. I could never give justice to the excellence of that scene with words. Similarly, I’m stunned by the recurring claim that the dialogue in this movie feels forced and pretentious, given the fact that this is uncontestably the less philosophical, more grounded script of the three. Even though I also don’t agree with those who claim that Jesse and Celine were ever pretentious, I can see how Sunrise could definitely give that impression at specific moments – though the actors’ chemistry and talent were always able to hide any artificiality as much as possible. But Sunset and Midnight particularly flow with such a spontaneous and natural rhythm, as well as flawless acting expertise, that it almost seems a criminal act to press pause during the film. This specific claim seems particularly paradoxical given the fact that the same people who complain about this simultaneously express dissatisfaction with the absence of the kind of idealistic, philosophical talk that the characters had with each other when they met for the first time – which could have easily sounded pretentious if it had been delivered by lower-skilled actors. As if, by the way, the lack of that kind of magic between the two wasn’t completely intentional and exactly the point Midnight is making, particularly when it comes to what Celine laments as her own forced sacrifice of existential discussions in favor of seemingly unending, practical maternal tasks. This is a movie where Jesse says that he misses hearing Celine think, and Celine replies that her thoughts now smell like shit. Not only is the Leopardi-esque “Death of the Illusions” one of the main themes of the film, it’s also an inevitability in the relationship between two formerly idealistic intellectuals who now have to deal with their own existential dread while at the same time raising a family together and being deprived of the luxury they used to have of closing the world outside of their time-constrained connection.

About the ending scene of the movie, I admit that it had to grow on me. On my first watch I didn’t really know what to think about it, mainly because I was still recovering from the brutality of their fight in the hotel room. But the more I rewatched the movie, the more it made sense, and now I find it not only extremely fitting but also kind of brilliant. The couple’s destiny is also once again left up to interpretation and not at all cemented in a definite trajectory like I've often seen being implied. At the same time, the trilogy comes full circle by having Jesse impersonate the time-travelling role-play that won Celine over during Sunrise, and consequently by evoking in the audience a comparison between the state of Jesse and Celine’s relationship now to that of the German couple who, likewise apparently in their 40s, had prompted Celine’s decision to change seat in the train and sit opposite Jesse, reinforcing that very idea of “awkwardness of life” that the palm reader advised Celine to resign herself to in order to find true happiness. As such, the ending solidifies the idea that genuine relationships take work to function, and that true happiness has to be found in carrying that work out ("in doing, not getting what you want"). Jesse realizes this and demonstrates that he’s willing to do the work to rekindle a kind of spark and magic that can exist outside of the transformative influence of time. Celine also eventually acknowledges this, and closes the film showing her own willingness to put in her own share of the work. "It’s not perfect, but it’s real."

Overall, this movie is a masterpiece, a milestone in romance and independent cinema and, as far as I'm concerned, the bar that any film intimately interested in the exploration of the human experience and the creation of solid characterization has to outdo.

This trilogy is History, and as such I will forever treasure it and pass it on. Thank you Richard Linklater, Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy for such a gift. Ad maiora.

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