Synopsis
The chronicles of four years in the life of Julie, a young woman who navigates the troubled waters of her love life and struggles to find her career path, leading her to take a realistic look at who she really is.
The chronicles of four years in the life of Julie, a young woman who navigates the troubled waters of her love life and struggles to find her career path, leading her to take a realistic look at who she really is.
Найгірша людина у світі, Dünyanın Ən Pis İnsanı, Maailman huonoin ihminen, 사랑할 땐 누구나 최악이 된다, Blogiausias žmogus pasaulyje, La persona peggiore del mondo, Julie (en 12 chapitres), Nejhorší člověk na světě, Pasaulē sliktākais cilvēks, Dünyanın En Kötü İnsanı, Världens värsta människa, La peor persona del mundo, Худший человек на свете, האדם הגרוע בעולם, 世界上最糟糕的人, A világ legrosszabb embere, Der schlimmste Mensch der Welt, A Pior Pessoa do Mundo, Najgorszy człowiek na świecie, Ο Χειρότερος Άνθρωπος στον Κόσμο, 世界上最爛的人, หัวใจไม่สงบอยากจบที่เธอ, بدترین فرد در جهان, 世上最爛的人, ყველაზე ცუდი ადამიანი დედამიწის ზურგზე, わたしは最悪。, La Peor Persona del Mundo, أسوأ شخص في العالم, Verdens værste menneske, La pitjor persona del món, Maailma halvim inimene, Người Tệ Nhất Thế Gian
julie is a m̶e̶d̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶d̶e̶n̶t̶ p̶s̶y̶c̶h̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶d̶e̶n̶t̶ photographer
julie is in her m̶i̶d̶ ̶t̶w̶e̶n̶t̶i̶e̶s̶ l̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶w̶e̶n̶t̶i̶e̶s̶ early thirties
julie is a o̶n̶e̶ ̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶e̶r̶ loved one
julie has l̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ s̶h̶o̶r̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ b̶l̶o̶n̶d̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ brown hair
julie is an ever changing person. she makes bad decisions and good decisions and worries about the wrong things. she is the best worst person in the world
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"I grew up in an age without Internet and mobile phones. I sound like an old fart but I think about it a lot. The world that I knew has disappeared. For me it was all about going to stores. Record stores. I'd take the tram to Voices in Grünerløkka, leaf through used comics at Pretty Price. I can close my eyes and and see the aisles at Video Nova in Majorstua.
I grew up in a time when culture was passed along through objects. They were interesting because we could live among them. We could pick them up. Hold them in our hands. Compare them.
That's all I have. I spent my life doing that. Collecting all that stuff,…
“It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.”
So much to say and no clue where to begin. Makes me grateful and hopeful and terrified and excited about every decision, every meeting, every kiss that’s turned into a memory that’s turned into the best feeling in the world, however fleeting, even when you know there’s an end and a sadness and a loneliness and a sharp pang of quiet to follow soon after. Is it worth it? Surely it has to be?
Movies don’t just have to be beautiful mechanical things, pieces of work. It’s a mirror, a vessel, a question, a salve. There’s a beating heart and a breathless smile and tears and tears and tears…
starting to think i'm not the only person who can feel the weight of time passing resting on my shoulders every day, it's excruciating and beautiful and turns out some are just better at handling it than others. these days by nico starts playing.
We can't help but feel like the worst person in the world. Not to our friends necessarily, or our families for that matter, or even to the one(s) we share a bed with, but to ourselves. Decisions we made that we can't really call 'self-destructive', that's not quite it, but destroys our lives anyways. Destroys what we've built the last few years of our lives, and with no idea of how we'll survive after. Why do we do this to ourselves?
You're not sure what's wrong, but you know something is wrong. You probably knew it going in, that it wouldn't work out, that it would always end up this way, but it's just what life pushed you towards. Is…