1934-ben, Manhattanben a Central pakrban a régóta alkotói válságban szenvedő és mára elszegényedett festő, Eben Adams találkozik egy furcsa, régimódi ruhát viselő, de bájos kislánnyal, Jennie Appletonnal. Otthon, emlékezetből vázlatokat készít róla, amit látva a műkereskedő Miss Spinney, a lány… [tovább]
Portrait of Jennie (1948) 3★
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– Since the beginning, Man has looked into the awesome reaches of infinity and asked the eternal questions : „What is time ? What is space ? What is life ? What is death ?” Through a hundred civilisations philosophers and scientists have come with answers. But will doubt remains, for each human soul must find the secret of its own faith. The tender and haunting legend of a portrait of Jennie is based on the two ingredient of faith : truth and hope. There is such a portrait hung in the Metropolitan Museum in New York. And there was such a girl named Jennie who sat for it. So much is true. For the rest, science tells us that nothing ever dies, but only changes. But time itself does not pass, but curves along us. And the past and the future are together on our side forever. Out of the shadows of knowledge and out of a painting hung on a museum wall comes our story. The truth of which lies not on our screen, but in your heart.
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Mac: You know, Gus, I can't get you at all. Why should you care if I eat?
Gus: Maybe I don't like to see people go hungry. Let me put it this way, Mac: I've a lot of respect for a guy that's doing what he's got to…even if, maybe, it's killing him. You want to paint pictures, so…you're going right ahead doing it, no matter. I like that, Mac. Most of the time, fellow's got the idea that there's nothing much to life…expect getting through it as easy and as comfortable as they can. Making a quarter here, a dollar there. Eating, sleeping, and dying. Then a fellow like you comes along…who's not thinking too much about them things. It starts you wondering. Wondering if maybe you're not missing something.
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Mac: Jennie, what's the matter? What are you crying about?
Jennie: Father and Mother.
Mac: Father and… Something's happened. They've had an accident.
Jennie: I knew it would happen.
Mac: The wire broke.
Jennie: I knew it would happen. I was always scared it would happen. And tonight--
Mac: Tonight?…Jennie, I know how you feel. I know how much it hurts. But it isn't hurting them. Please try to think of it that way.
Jennie: But they're dead.
Mac: We all die sometime.
Jennie: I loved them. They loved me.
Mac: You mustn't be too unhappy. They wouldn't want you to be, would they? Would they?
Jennie: No. And they told me once, they said if anything happened to them…I mustn't be unhappy…because they were doing what they wanted to do, and if they…If anything happened, it would happen to them both…at the same time, the way they wanted it.
Mac: There, you see?
Jennie: Yes. So I shouldn't cry, should I?
Mac: No.
Jennie: They wouldn't like it. They died the way they wanted.
Mac: That's right.
Jennie: So I guess I'm only crying for myself…because they're gone…and because I'm lonely.
