Faces

Jeannie: you’re a son of a bitch you know that… Richard: why am I a son of a bitch? Jeannie: because you get to me… Richard: *kill me....let’s have some music. * This is one of the rawest portraits of the human dichotomy I’ve ever seen. this film captures the fragile space between who we are and who we pretend to be with an honesty thats almost unbearable. When we remove our smiles, we realize our frowns fit so much better, because we’ve tailored our pain to conform to who we’ve become. so, in all, the only time we feel anything is when we feel everything. this is pain personified.