Memento

so he has this condition... "remember sammy jankins" "he doesn't even know that his wife is dead." "so you lie to yourself to be happy. there's nothing wrong with that. we all do it. who cares if there's a few little details you'd rather not remember?" "what the fuck are you talking about?" "I don't know. your wife surviving the assault. her not believing your condition. the torment and pain and anguish... tearing her up inside. the insulin." "that's sammy, not me. I told you about sammy." "yeah, right. like you tell yourself over and over again. conditioning yourself to remember. learning through repetition." "sammy let his wife kill herself. sammy ended up in an institution. " "sammy was a con man, a faker." "I never said that sammy was faking." "you exposed him for what he was--a fraud." "but I was wrong. that's the whole point." "see, sammy's wife came to me." "sammy didn't have a wife." "It was your wife who had diabetes." would I be able to tell you which events happened in chronological order? absolutely not. the sammy jankins storyline was genuinely unbelieveable, such an amazing story. the cinematography in this movie is so beautiful, the storyline and the plot was confusing and amazing, I feel as if though my mind was fucked senselessly. "how can I heal? how am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time." this movie was a genuinely amazing use of visual storytelling. nothing made sense until the end, it genuinely felt like I was living how leonard was, short-term memory loss, unable to make any new memories. conditioning. conditioning is the main part of this movie, conditioning himself to remember and conditioning himself to forget. "can't remember to forget you." "do not trust her." "don't believe his lies." "never answer the phone." "I can say whatever the fuck I want... and you won't remember." "there had to be a second man. somebody hit me from behind. I remember. It's about the last thing that I do remember." "I want my fucking life back." "you think I don't know my own life?" "he's not the right guy." "he was to you." "you don't want the truth. you make up your own truth." "I'm not a killer. I'm just someone who wanted to make things right." "can I just let myself forget what you've told me?" "do I lie to myself to be happy? In your case, teddy, yes, I will." "I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still here. do I believe the world's still here? Is it still out there? yeah. we all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different. now, where was I?"