Beginners

I kveld har eg sett film og gråte (mest grunna filmen) etter å ha lese pensum. Eg tenkjer at med eksamen i eit fag der den største porsjonen handlar om skodespelarkunst, kan ein nesten kalle det research.

Filmen heiter Beginners og om du veit ditt eige beste så ser du han, etter mitt hjarte var det ein av dei finaste og såraste og skjøraste filmane eg har sett. Og så hadde han dette sitatet frå The Velveteen Rabbit i seg som eg tenkte eg skulle dele, før eg gret litt til:

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"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.

But the Skin Horse only smiled.