Little Miss Sunshine

I know two cinema sessions in one week is probably pushing the boundaries somewhat, but I went to see Little Miss Sunshine with a few friends today. It is absolutely brilliant. Totally my kind of film. Right up there with Igby Goes Down, Thank You For Smoking and Garden State. It's the kind of mentalness I find comforting. The kind of observational psychology that brings it all down to earth. Go see it!


Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap- high school and everything- just skip it.

Frank: You know Marcel Proust?

Dwayne: He's the guy you teach.

Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh- he gets down to the end of his life... and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered- Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school- Those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.