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Adaptation. (2002) "Adaptation" is a remarkable film released in 2002 that explores the complex themes of creativity,

Adaptation. (2002)

"Adaptation" is a remarkable film released in 2002 that explores the complex themes of creativity, evolution, and personal identity. Directed by Spike Jonze and written by Charlie Kaufman, the movie weaves together elements of drama, comedy, and even self-reflexivity to deliver a mind-bending viewing experience.

The film stars Nicolas Cage in a dual role, portraying both Charlie Kaufman, the real-life screenwriter, and his fictional twin brother, Donald. Cage's brilliant performances capture the contrasting personalities of these two characters as they navigate their careers, relationships, and inner struggles.

Meryl Streep joins the cast as Susan Orlean, a celebrated author, who becomes the subject of Charlie's attempts to adapt her novel, "The Orchid Thief," into a screenplay. Streep's nuanced portrayal beautifully captures the complex emotions of a woman grappling with her own identity and desires while facing unexpected challenges.

Also, Chris Cooper delivers an outstanding performance as John Laroche, a passionate and eccentric orchid enthusiast. His portrayal brings depth and authenticity to the character, drawing the audience into the fascinating world of orchids and the lengths people will go to preserve their passions.

One of the film's most intriguing aspects is its self-awareness. As a fictionalized version of himself, Charlie Kaufman wrestles throughout the movie with the challenges of adapting "The Orchid Thief" while simultaneously struggling with his own writer's block and intrusive thoughts. The film blurs the line between reality and fiction, with the fictional world seeping into Charlie's real life and imagination.

The soundtrack of "Adaptation" is equally captivating, complementing and enhancing the film's narrative and emotional arcs. Unfortunately, no specific band or artist information was available for reference. However, you can enjoy and download the beautiful sounds of the film by visiting the provided link. The music perfectly captures the diverse moods and tones of the story, from introspective and melancholic to lighthearted and whimsical.

"Adaptation" challenges traditional storytelling structures, inviting its viewers to question the nature of artistic creation and the human experience. It explores the idea of adaptability, both in the context of the film's central plot and in broader concepts such as survival, evolution, and personal growth.

Through its captivating storytelling, exceptional performances, and thought-provoking themes, "Adaptation" has established itself as a cult classic. It continues to provoke discussions and captivate audiences, prompting them to reflect on their own lives, aspirations, and creative endeavors.

In conclusion, "Adaptation" is a compelling movie that delves into the intricate processes of adaptation and self-discovery. With a stellar cast, including Nicolas Cage, Meryl Streep, and Chris Cooper, the film immerses its viewers in a world where reality blurs with imagination, inviting them to contemplate the nature of adaptation in all its forms. Don't miss out on the opportunity to experience this extraordinary film and explore its captivating soundscape!

A battered white van speeds along, making a sharp, skidding right
A ghost.
A guy entering.
A last act makes a film.
A little push, push in the bush.
A principle says, "this works and has through all remembered time".
A small slice.
A smart, edgy thriller. It's the best script I've read all year.
A writer should always have that goal. Writing is a journey into the unknown.
Across from Valerie Thomas, a lovely, statuesque film executive.
Adaptation's a profound process.
Adapting's almost shameful. I mean, it's like
After eight months of knowing you, I think I get what makes you sweat.
After reading a small article about a white man and three Seminole men
After the insect flies off,
Ah. Right. Okay.
All corporeal and mental endowments will tend to progress towards perfection.
All else will seem eclipsed.
All I do is sit on my fat ass.
All is...
All my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance
All of them are him. Isn't that fucked up?
All right. Make one up.
Almost as much as he loved the orchids themselves.
Almost as much pressure on men as there is on women these days.
Amazing, you know?
Amelia, we don't see you anymore. What happened to you?
Amen, honey. I'm so proud of you two, and...
And a coffee, please. Skim milk, please.
And about this.
And admire my plants and admire me.
And anybody who says there are is just, you know...
And don't you dare bring in a deus ex machina.
And fleeting
And God help you if you use voice over in your work, my friends.
And he's taunting the cop, right? Sending clues who his next victim is.
And here I am because my jaunt into the abyss brought me nothing.
And I have extensive experience with orchids
And I love the ocean.
And I went back one night to pick up something.
And I'm the only one in the world who knows how to cultivate it.
And in the process falls in love with her.
And it's intoxicating to be around someone so alive.
And it's like a battle between motors and horses.
And just wiped out everything I had left.
And life isn't like that. You know, it just isn't. And...
And making it about drug running.
And my wife was in a coma for like three weeks.
And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand
And Orlean makes orchids so fascinating.
And out of reach.
And pathetic, little existence.
And sad in a way.
And she divorced me soon after she regained consciousness.
And she said, Laroche is such a fun character.
And that's the ghost.
And the asexual micropropagation of orchids under aseptic cultures.
And the change must come from them.
And the flower's arc stretches back to the beginning of life.
And then I will join you, and together...
And then in January, David and I went to Prague. That was a high point.
And then we see, you know, like, dinosaurs.
And then we'll be able to tell which way the sun's moving.
And then write about that.
And there's Laroche. There's Orlean.
And there's the ghost orchid. All trapped in our own bodies,
And there's this church decorated with, like, human skulls and bones.
And they bloom into flowers and the flower is so marvelous
And traveled beyond Bhamo.
And try to get a good night's sleep, you know. Start fresh in the morning.
And Valerie's anxious to see a draft.
And we end with Susan Orlean in her office at The New Yorker
And we must find our originality within that genre.
And why the fuck are you wasting my two precious hours with your movie?
And working in a police station at the same time?
And you know why I like plants?
And your integrity inspired me to even try.
And, well, maybe you could read it too, you know, if you like.
Anisotremus virginicus, Holacanthus ciliaris, Chaetodon capistratus.
Any idiot can write narration to explain the thoughts of the character.
Anybody who says he's got "the answer" will attract desperate people,
Anyone else?
Anyway, I can't figure it out, and I haven't been sleeping well lately,
Anyway, I should go. I was heading home to do some work.
Anyway, I wanted to grow as a writer. I wanted to do something simple.
Anyway, I'm gonna look at the porn site. Research.
Anyway, it's done. And that's something.
Anyway, she said it was Silence of the Lambs meets Psycho.
Are they amazing?
Are you a former Fulbright Scholar?
Are you gonna write about this in your screenplay?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
As natural selection works solely by and for the good of each being,
As repugnant as you and I, as white conservationists, find his actions.
At first I was nervous about putting a song in a thriller,
Augustus Margary survived toothache, rheumatism, pleurisy and dysentery,
Bad chemistry.
Be it in the world of religion...
Beauty! God!
Because I could.
Because I have no idea how to write. I can't make flowers fascinating.
Because I suck.
Because I wanted there to be more tension. Then you pick it up later...
Because I'm pathetic.
Because it's extremely helpful. Hey, Charles, I'm putting a song on.
Because it's like a free pass. Nobody can judge you
Because of my multiple personality theme, I've chosen a motif
Because that judge can screw herself.
Because there was this one day he was fascinated by me.
Because they're so mutable.
Because we're hip, young trendsetters on the make?
Because, you know, he's an Indian, and it's his right.
Been thinking about it too small, writing it like a story about Laroche.
Bob says an image system increases the complexity of an aesthetic emotion.
Boy, I'd love to find a portal into your brain.
Boy, my porn site's gonna be big.
But a little fantastic
But a little fantastic and fleeting and out of reach.
But a little fantastic and fleeting and out of reach.
But Bob says that Casablanca, one of the greatest screenplays ever written,
But Bob's having a seminar in New York this weekend.
But he says we have to realize that we all write in a genre
But he's serious too, Charles. You'd love him.
But I don't want to be beholden. And, well...
But I had this idea...
But I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee.
But I think you actually need to speak to this woman. To know her.
But I'll still be ugly, though.
But I'm doing it right.
But it does.
But it's not like a living thing that's gonna leave or die or something.
But let me give you my number.
But she thought you were pathetic.
But something happened in the swamp that day.
But that's not true, especially these days.
But the relationship ends when the book ends.
But the young guys, you know, they liked to get stoned.
But what you said this morning shook me to the bone.
But when I hit the jackpot, I'll buy myself an awesome car.
But why?
But you've gotta be exactly me.
But, anyway, it's my problem. I don't want to bore you.
But, you know, sometimes bad things happen, darkness descends.
But...
But... So anyway, I was also wondering...
By definition, I was so interested in everything he had to say.
By my hair and my sadness.
By simply doing what they're designed to do
Call me when you get this. AdiΓ³s, amigo.
Called the Fakahatchee Strand State Preserve.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Can she see it dripping down my forehead?
Caroline has this tattoo of a snake swallowing its own tail, and...
Catherine Keener?
Catherine says she wants to play Cassie.
Charles Darwin? Evolution guy? Hello?
Charles, is that you?
Charles, this guy knows screenwriting.
Charles, what's the matter? You okay?
Charles, you'll be glad. I have a plan to get me out of your house, pronto.
Charles? Charles, is that you?
Charlie Kaufman, fat, bald, repulsive, old,
Charlie, I'm with someone. Why are you doing this now?
Charlie, we're gonna fix you up.
Charlie, you've been stringing them along for months.
Charlie!
Charlie?
Coffee and a muffin. Okay, so I need to establish the themes.
Coffee would help me think.
Collected the shit out of them.
Come around and just,
Come on, just follow me. They're right nearby.
Come on, man, please? You're the genius.
Come on, you let me stay in your place.
Come on! Help me find the flashlight.
Come on.
Conclusive.
Cool. I really liked Dressed to Kill.
Cop's after them on a motorcycle.
Crazy White Man!
Cut her down, Russell.
Damn it.
Darling, I don't know what's come over you.
Darwin hypothesized a moth
Darwin writes that we all come from the very first single cell organism.
David, you tell... Don't you tell them. Don't tell them.
David!
Delicate, haunted by loneliness,
Did exactly that. Mixed genres.
Did I mention that? You're familiar, I'm sure,
Did you eat lunch?
Did you embarrass me?
Did you get my package?
Did you get that last part?
Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head?
Do that and you'll be fine.
Do you ever get lonely sometimes, Johnny?
Do you keep in touch with Laroche?
Do you mind if I use it, though?
Don't embarrass me. I have to work with these people.
Don't futz unless it's absolutely important to the shot, okay?
Don't get mad at me for saying,
Don't know why I thought I could write this.
Don't say "my friend".
Don't think so. It's cool for my killer to have this modus operandi.
Don't worry about that. We have screenwriters to write the screenplay.
Don't worry. For my script.
Don't you think?
Donald says, that was her business, not mine.
Donald, don't say "industry".
Donald, you're such a tard!
Donald! Donald, open your eyes!
Donald? You're gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay, Donald.
Donald. Donald, please open your eyes, Donald.
Done with fish.
Drowned on a collecting expedition.
Due to dysentery.
Easy answers, rules to shortcut yourself to success.
Einstein.
Eleven fifty five a.m. Tomorrow.
Epiphytes grow on trees, but they're not parasites.
Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away.
Even though he's never even met her. She becomes like...
Every day, someone somewhere takes a conscious decision
Every fucking day, somewhere in the world,
Everybody says Jesus and Einstein. That's a prepackaged answer.
Everyone thought he was a loon.
Everything.
Everything's good, Uncle Jim.
Evidently Laroche's finishes were downright and absolute.
Except someone else.
Fat ass. I should start jogging again. Five miles a day.
Fat, bald Kaufman paces furiously in his bedroom.
Fat, old, bald, repulsive, sitting in a Hollywood restaurant
Figure out how to thrive in the world.
Filled for the first time with hope.
Find an ending. But don't cheat.
Find that one thing
Finest screenplay ever written.
Finish that...
First of all, that's inconsistent. She said she didn't care about flowers.
First of all, you write a screenplay without conflict or crisis,
First, I think it's a great book.
Focus on one thing in the story.
For personal hygiene.
For what?
Forget it.
Forty thousand skulls and bones.
Fossils were the only thing that made sense to me in this fucked up world.
Fragile, beautiful.
From there we go to bigger things. Jellyfish.
Fuck the sundial.
Fuck you, lady! You're just a lonely, old, desperate, pathetic drug addict!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fucking spoiled bitch.
Get in here!
God help you. It's flaccid, sloppy writing.
God, it blows my mind.
God, you guys are so smart. It's like a brain factory in here.
Goddamn!
Good afternoon. So, what looks good today?
Good night, Charlie.
Good night.
Good. Okay.
Great writers' residence.
Great.
Great. I'm training myself on the Internet.
Halt!
Handsome.
Happy Together.
Has it been helpful talking to the writer? What's her name?
Have descended from some one primordial form
Have her rotate around the table a little bit further.
Have you checked out Laroche's porn site?
He calls himself "The Deconstructionist".
He cuts off little chunks from his victim's bodies until they die.
He is a fascinating character, though.
He just moved on.
He lives with his dad, he's obsessed with his dead mother, and...
He moans with each tentative step through the overgrown jungle.
He says, I was mutated as a baby. It's why I'm so smart.
He says, mutation is fun. Okay, we show flowers and... Okay.
He speaks into his hand held tape recorder, and he says,
He tries to thank his brother, but he can't put it into words.
He wears a filthy, spittle soaked rag around his head to quell the pain.
He wears his sunglasses on a little dingle dangle around his neck.
He's all for originality, just like you.
He's already holding her hostage in his basement.
He's eating himself to death.
He's funny. Right?
He's lying.
He's really quite a character. No front teeth.
He's that screenwriter.
Heartache, disease, loneliness, technology.
Hello?
Hello?
Help!
Her voice over begins,
Here we are.
Here we go.
Hey, Amelia!
Hey, Charles.
Hey, Donald. Hey, Charlie.
Hey, dude...
Hey, guess what. We're going to Miami tomorrow.
Hey, I think I should play me.
Hey, it's Amelia.
Hey, it's Marty. How's it going?
Hey, look.
Hey, man.
Hey, my script's going amazing.
Hey, superstar. It's Marty, super agent.
Hey, Susie Q.
Hey, Susie Q.
Hey, thanks a lot, buddy. Cool.
Hey, what are you driving?
Hey, you two. Up early for a change?
Hey! Come on. Fucking get down!
Hey! Fuck. Hey! Hey!
Hey.
Hey. Hi there.
Hi.
Hi.
Hilarious. He just comes up with these great jokes, and everybody laughs.
Hold on until we're clear.
How about that? With the chickee huts, right?
How accomplished you are in horticulture.
How could they know that because of their little dance, the world lives?
How did this flower get here? What was its journey?
How do you know she was pretty?
How else can I show his thoughts? I don't know.
How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident.
How the only barometer you have is your heart.
How to start?
How when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way.
How would the great Donald end this script?
How...? Okay, keep going.
How's it going?
I admire you, Donald, you know?
I agree with Mom. Very taut.
I am pathetic. I am a loser.
I came to believe he loved the difficulty and fatality of getting them
I can extract it for you. I know how. I watched.
I can love whoever I want.
I can see your sadness.
I can't believe I got shot. Isn't that fucked up?
I can't go back. I've got pages of false starts and wrong approaches.
I can't have the whole world, all the people knowing about us
I can't let you fellas leave yet.
I can't sleep.
I can't structure this. It's that sprawling New Yorker shit.
I can't.
I can't. I can't be by myself out here. I'm not gonna do that.
I decided that a long time ago.
I did a little research on the airplane.
I did everything wrong.
I ditched fossils for resilvering old mirrors.
I don't care what goes on here.
I don't have any bloody use for it!
I don't have any use for it!
I don't have time for that.
I don't know how to adapt this. I should've stuck with my own stuff.
I don't know how to do this.
I don't know. I think they are.
I don't meet people well.
I don't say that for me. I say that for the people sitting here
I don't think I can make it next weekend.
I don't think I can.
I don't wanna bother you. Just thought I'd call and get some more info.
I don't wanna ruin it by making it a Hollywood thing. You know?
I don't want to die, Donald. I've wasted my life. God, I've wasted it.
I don't write that kind of stuff.
I dropped turtles when I fell in love with Ice Age fossils.
I feel like you're missing something.
I feel very strongly about this.
I felt I detected an attraction to him in the subtext. Care to comment?
I fucked her up the ass.
I got a copy here somewhere.
I guess I'd just like to know how you can detach from something
I guess I'm not exactly sure what that means.
I guess we thought that maybe
I had 60 goddamn fish tanks in my house.
I had that shrimp cocktail in the fridge. Was it yours?
I hate parties, Amelia. Why did we come here?
I have a lot of work to do tomorrow.
I have a reputation to maintain.
I have failed. I am panicked. I have sold out. I am worthless.
I have no connection with her. I can't even meet her.
I have no understanding of anything but my own panic, self loathing
I have to go right home. I know how to finish the script now.
I have to show the flower's arc.
I haven't slept in a week, Donald.
I hear them. I hear them breathing.
I hope not. I couldn't remember, so I ate it.
I just have one more question.
I just used a new conditioner.
I just wanna remind you it's been 13 weeks
I just washed it this morning.
I just... Nobody.
I killed my mom, you know, and my uncle.
I knew it'd break my heart to start another nursery,
I know how to get out of here. I know how to get out of here.
I know this swamp like the back of my goddamn hand.
I know you think this is one of my "get rich quick" schemes,
I know.
I know. And you were flirting with her, and she was being really sweet to you.
I know. Just for fun...
I lied in my book. I pretended with my husband
I like looking at you too, Charlie.
I like looking at you.
I like this.
I like you, that's why.
I love you too, you know.
I love you.
I loved Sarah, Charles.
I made you a copy of McKee's 10 Commandments.
I mean, after that lunch. I was sweating insanely.
I mean, certainly an intimacy does evolve in this kind of relationship.
I mean, didn't you ever miss turtles?
I mean, he's really goddamn amazing at structure.
I mean, how could you have somebody held prisoner in a basement
I mean, I think you'd like it, Susie. It seems to help people be fascinated.
I mean, it should be me, right?
I mean, it's my...
I mean, nobody in this town can make up a crazy story like you.
I meant to ask you, I need a cool way to kill people.
I miss him, you know?
I need a break.
I need more.
I need to get help for that.
I need to have a girlfriend.
I need to lie down while you explain this.
I need to read more, improve myself.
I need to turn my life around.
I once fell deeply, you know, profoundly in love with tropical fish.
I owned it.
I pitched my screenplay to Mom.
I posted one over both our work areas.
I really don't know what "this" is.
I really need to go to the doctor, have my leg checked.
I renounce fish. I vow never to set foot in that ocean again.
I researched it. Long as I don't touch the plant, Florida can't touch us.
I see.
I should get coffee.
I should go and knock on her door right now and kiss her.
I should go.
I should go. I have to...
I should leave right now. I'll start over. I need to face this project head on...
I sometimes wished I could do the same.
I spent my whole life paralyzed, worrying about what people think.
I still can't believe they gave me that job.
I still haven't seen a ghost.
I suppose I do have one unembarrassed passion.
I suppose I do have one unembarrassed passion.
I think it might help you.
I think it will be good for you to get out of your head.
I think people were spending time with me because they were lonely.
I think these flowers are so sexy.
I think you say some pretty smart things, John.
I thought about you when I went there.
I thought it'd break the tension.
I thought maybe you could come.
I told you I'd find the jewel of the Fakahatchee.
I wanna be very well heard on that from everybody.
I wanna know what it feels like to care about something passionately.
I want it back before it all got fucked up.
I want my life back.
I want to be a baby again. I want to be new.
I want to be new.
I want to do it, Charles.
I want to do this, Susie.
I want to know how it feels to care about something passionately.
I want to thank you for all your help.
I wanted to present it simply
I wanted to show that Orlean never saw the blooming ghost orchid.
I wanted to want something as much as people wanted these plants.
I was going to give them something amazing.
I was gonna give them something
I was gonna show my script to some people,
I was ranting. I was a mess.
I was starting to believe the reason it matters to care about something
I was watching you out the library window.
I wasn't any help.
I wasn't gonna give them a conventional little potted plant place.
I went to Florida two years ago to write a piece for The New Yorker.
I won't. Anyway, listen.
I wonder who's gonna play me. Someone not too fat.
I would be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese. And plays the oboe.
I would stay out.
I wouldn't have to wear these shirts with the tails out all the time.
I... What the fuck am I doing here?
I'd just started at the nursery.
I'd wanna let the movie exist,
I'd want to remain true to that.
I'll be back with an extra large slice of key lime pie for my orchid expert.
I'll be really glad to move on to something else.
I'll bet.
I'll cut you an extra large slice. Preferred customer.
I'll get a closer look. You wait here.
I'll just set this up, we'll wait a few minutes,
I'll meet her. That's it. That's what I have to do.
I'll pretend I'm you.
I'm a hero, the flowers are saved,
I'm a professional journalist, and the drugs and...
I'm a professional plant lecturer.
I'm a published author, both in magazine and book form.
I'm a walking clichΓ©.
I'm a writer for The New Yorker. It's a magazine that...
I'm afraid I'll disappoint you.
I'm almost done.
I'm done with orchids, Laroche.
I'm done.
I'm familiar with The New Yorker.
I'm fucked.
I'm going up to Santa Barbara this Saturday for an orchid show, and I...
I'm gonna be a screenwriter. Like you.
I'm gonna do that right now.
I'm hungry.
I'm insane.
I'm just trying to get a feel for the whole operation...
I'm looking for John Laroche.
I'm losing my hair. I'm fat and repulsive.
I'm Matthew Osceola.
I'm not a killer.
I'm not gonna laugh. I get to have people think I'm you.
I'm not sure I know what that means either.
I'm okay.
I'm pathetic. I'm fat and pathetic.
I'm probably the only white guy who knows.
I'm probably the smartest person I know.
I'm putting in a chase sequence. So the killer flees on horseback with the girl.
I'm putting... Hey! What?
I'm really freaking here, Johnny. Why is he here?
I'm right, and I'll take it all the way to Supreme Court.
I'm so excited. I've always wanted to come to an orchid show.
I'm so happy about that.
I'm sorry I didn't call you back. I was away last week.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I forgot.
I'm sorry. I never saw it.
I'm such an idiot. I should have kissed her. I've blown it.
I'm sure you had good reasons, Charles. You're an artist.
I'm taking a three day seminar, and it's only 500 bucks.
I'm telling you. Finally pulling out of debt.
I'm the guy you yelled at this morning.
I'm the one who thought things didn't happen in life.
I'm trying to make a dial tone. And you have to sustain.
I'm very interested in doing a piece on your situation here, and...
I'm writing an article on John, and I stopped by.
I've been a professional horticulturist for like 12 years.
I've been on this planet for 40 years, and I don't understand a single thing.
I've been thinking.
I've done this a million times.
I've finished my script.
I've given over, like, 60 lectures on the cultivation of plants.
I've got something. Sorry.
I've got to stop sweating.
I've written myself into my screenplay.
If I stopped putting things off, I'd be happier.
If I waited long enough, someone would
If it was a real flower, I wanted to see one.
If my ass wasn't fat, I'd be happier.
If the ghost orchid was really a phantom,
If you almost died.
If you can't find that stuff in life,
If you could have dinner with one historical personage, living or dead,
If you could wrap things up, get it to her by Monday, that'd be great.
If you'd really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it linger?
If your goal is to do something new.
In moments in history. That's it.
In the reality of this movie, where there's only one character, right?
In theory, I agree with you. But this one's different.
In this sense, they show us how to live.
Interesting answer.
Into the Fakahatchee Strand State Preserve.
Into which life was first breathed.
Is that afterward, I lied about my change.
Is that all these flowers have a specific relationship
Is that I'm immersed in them,
Is that it whittles the world down
Is there anything more lonely than that?
Isn't that cool? Marty says he can get me high sixes against a mil five.
Isn't that what women are attracted to?
It becomes very hard to separate. So...
It could be. I don't know, you know? He's, uh...
It doesn't make any sense. Any fucking sense.
It ends with Kaufman driving home after his lunch with Amelia,
It had been a ceremonial thing,
It happens, and you are different.
It is a journey of evolution. Adaptation.
It is my weakness, my ultimate lack of conviction that brings me here.
It isn't part of my constitution.
It means you
It seems almost sociopathic to make everybody look at that.
It spots another soul mate flower and makes love to it, pollinating it.
It was about disappointment.
It was about my choices as a human being. Please.
It was bigger than my screenwriting choices.
It was exultant.
It was going pretty well.
It was like a month after that, Hurricane Andrew came and just
It was mine, that love.
It was such a bewitching one that it could seduce people to pursue it
It was very helpful. I changed it a little.
It was very powerful,
It would be romantic. Something we could someday tell our kids.
It'll ground you to think about the bigger picture, about nature and stuff.
It's a disaster. I don't know what I'm doing.
It's a flower.
It's a little obvious, don't you think?
It's about being able...
It's about flowers.
It's about flowers.
It's amazing how much these suckers will pay for photographs of chicks.
It's beautifully written. You have such a unique voice.
It's because I'm too timid to speak to the woman who wrote the book.
It's fascinating. I'm doing pornography.
It's great, is what it is.
It's John.
It's just amazing.
It's just that I've been struggling on the script right now.
It's just... It's great, sprawling New Yorker stuff.
It's lovely.
It's nice to meet you.
It's not building, you know, one of your model airplanes.
It's not in the book, Charles.
It's not personal.
It's not really about collecting the thing.
It's not really doing anything for you anymore.
It's over. Everything's over.
It's quite a coincidence bumping into you.
It's really good to see you. Is the work good?
It's self indulgent. It's narcissistic.
It's solipsistic. It's pathetic.
It's someone else's material. I have a responsibility to Susan...
It's the Indian way.
Its double, its soul mate,
Jerks off to the book jacket photo of Susan Or...
Jesus, Charlie.
John Laroche is a tall guy, skinny as a stick,
John, it's Susan again.
John!
John!
John?
John? John!
Johnny!
Johnny! Johnny! John!
Johnny.
Just a flower.
Just don't go to sleep. Just don't go to sleep, Donald. Look at me.
Just rip them.
Just whittle it down, you know?
Kaufman drives off from his encounter with Amelia
Kaufman starts to cry.
Kaufman, repugnant, ridiculous,
Kaufman, trying to get a writing assignment,
Keener!
Keep between take time at an absolute minimum.
Laroche and nature win.
Laroche is such a fun character.
Laroche loved orchids, but I...
Learning profound life lessons.
Let's really try today to solve our camera problems.
Let's see what's around back.
Let's see.
Life is short. I need to make the most of it.
Life seemed to be filled with things that were just like the ghost orchid.
Lifeless. And then, like, life begins, um,
Like an orchid heist movie or something, you know?
Like my mom.
Like technology versus horse.
Like that's fooling anyone.
Like the unattainable. Like the Holy Grail.
Like those Japanese paper balls you drop in water
Like when characters sing in their pajamas and dance around.
Listen closely. What I'm asking is...
Listen, I'm just calling to say congratulations on your script.
Listen, John, I hate feeling like I'm being a pain to you, but I...
Listen, the other reason I called was The Three.
Listen. I hear them.
Long as I'm here.
Look at me, Donald. Keep looking at me.
Look at me.
Look, I'll tell you a story, all right?
Look, my point is that those teachers are dangerous
Look, something I didn't tell you
Look, we're not lost.
Make her laugh. Say something funny.
Matthew lived on that shit till they ran out.
May I ask you gentlemen what you have in those pillowcases?
Maybe banana nut.
Maybe I can help.
Maybe I could talk to you for a second.
Maybe I was being judged too.
Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn't be falling out.
Maybe it's my brain chemistry.
Maybe she's a lesbian and doesn't know how to tell him.
Maybe the only distinction between the plant and me
Maybe the orchids got all the available water.
Maybe we should write our names on our food items from now on.
Maybe you could get your brother to help you with the orchid thing.
Maybe you guys could collaborate. I hear Mom's good with structure.
Maybe you'd be interested in hanging out for a few days in New York.
McKee is a former Fulbright Scholar, Charles.
McKee is a genius!
McKee writes that a rule says, "you must do it this way".
Men don't have to be attractive.
Mom called it psychologically taut.
More a reflection of the real world.
More like old losers sitting on the floor, maybe.
Most people yearn for something exceptional, something so inspiring
Mr. Laroche? I'm Susan Orlean.
Mr. McKee, my even standing here is very scary.
Must be her husband.
My genre's thriller. What's yours?
My leg hurts. I wonder if it's cancer.
My mom and I had the largest collection
My now ex wife, the bitch,
My twin brother, Donald. He's the one who got me to come.
My whole life is looking for a goddamn profitable plant, see?
No flirting. No bad jokes.
No shit, I'm a fun character.
No, I don't mean Mom.
No, it's just good writing technique.
No, ma'am. I'm sorry, I can't answer that.
No, not really. I'm just learning.
No, wait.
No, you don't understand. I mean that as a compliment.
No. I'm kidding.
No. I'm trying to read.
No. Keep going.
No. No.
No. Thank you.
No...
Nobody even seems to know my name.
Nobody liked me.
Nobody's ever done a movie about flowers before.
Not for a species of plant, and not for me.
Not really, no.
Not rules. Principles.
Not to give them anything at this point would be a terrible career move.
Nothing.
Nothing's gonna change that.
Now I have to do this too.
Now the killer cuts off body pieces and makes his victims eat them.
Now, you're getting a little emotional.
Nursery business good, Johnny?
Of 19th century Dutch mirrors on the planet.
Of broken mirrors to show my protagonist's fragmented self.