<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:24:03.754+02:00</updated><category term='quotes'/><category term='replikler'/><category term='the black dahlia'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='sinema'/><category term='scarlett johansson'/><category term='rita hayworth'/><title type='text'>cinema paradiso</title><subtitle type='html'>kadın: çok bekledin mi? 
erkek: hayatım boyunca</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-8642133993176629235</id><published>2012-01-30T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:24:03.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>twin peaks - s02e05</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;donna: &lt;/b&gt;sen nerelisin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;harold:&lt;/b&gt; boston'da buyudum...aslında, kitaplarda&amp;nbsp;buyudum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;donna:&lt;/b&gt; kitaplarda bulamayacagin seyler de vardir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;harold:&lt;/b&gt; bazi seyleri hicbir yerde bulamazsin. ama baska insanlarda bulunduklarini dusleriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX32UXmnSvk/TyclHbowVUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/a00mQOartxo/s1600/twin-peaks_donna-e-harold.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX32UXmnSvk/TyclHbowVUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/a00mQOartxo/s1600/twin-peaks_donna-e-harold.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;donna:&lt;/b&gt; where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;harold:&lt;/b&gt; i grew up in boston...well, actually, i grew up in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;donna: &lt;/b&gt;there's things you can't get in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;harold: &lt;/b&gt;there are things you can't get anywhere. but we dream&amp;nbsp;they can be found in other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-8642133993176629235?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/8642133993176629235/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=8642133993176629235' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/8642133993176629235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/8642133993176629235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2012/01/twin-peaks-s02e05.html' title='twin peaks - s02e05'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX32UXmnSvk/TyclHbowVUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/a00mQOartxo/s72-c/twin-peaks_donna-e-harold.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-8508878357565956373</id><published>2011-01-04T22:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:40:25.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"5 nolu cezaevi" 7 ocaktan itibaren yeşilçam sineması'nda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TSN-m8GBwcI/AAAAAAAAATM/Yf6rKZLBQfI/s1600/afis_basin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TSN-m8GBwcI/AAAAAAAAATM/Yf6rKZLBQfI/s320/afis_basin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yönetmenliğini çayan demirel’in yaptığı ‘5 no’lu cezaevi’ belgeseli 7 ocak cuma gününden itibaren yeşilçam sinemasında izlenebilir. belgesel; 12 eylül askeri darbesinden sonra yakın tarihimizin en vahşi devlet terörünün uygulandığı diyarbakır 5 no’lu cezaevi'nde yaşananları gözler önüne seriyor. belgesel tutuklu ve hükümlülerin çoğunun kürt olduğu bu cezaevinde tüm tutuklulara, devlet tarafından ne tür akıl almaz sistematik işkencelerin yapıldığını ve nasıl türkleştirme politikalarının uygulandığını gösteriyor. dönemin askeri yetkilileri cezaevini bir 'askeri okul' olarak nitelerken tutuklular o dönemi 'vahşet yılları' olarak hatırlıyor. onlara göre bu vahşetin zincirlerini kırabilmek için de tek bir yol vardı o da direnmek veya kendini feda etmek. tutuklular zincirleri kırmak için mücadele ettiler. belgesel, cezaevinde yaşananları, direnenleri ve geride bıraktıklarını anlatıyor. '5 no’lu cezaevi:1980-84' belgeseli 30 yıl sonra yaşananları tanıkların ve yakınlarının diliyle bizlere aktarıyor. belgesel; 46. antalya altın portakal film festivali’nde, sinema yazarları derneği’nden (siyad 2009) ve 21.ankara dilm festivali’nden en iyi belgesel film ödüllerini aldı. yurtiçinde ve yurtdışında birçok festivale katıldı. izleyemeyenler ve tekrar izlemek isteyenler için yeşilçam sinemasında… /basın bülteninden/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seanslar&lt;/b&gt;: 12.00-14.00-16.00-18.00-20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;adres:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;istiklal caddesi, imam adnan sokak, no:8 beyoğlu / istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yönetmen / director:&lt;/b&gt; çayan demirel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yapımcı / producer: &lt;/b&gt;ayşe çetinbaş&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;görüntü yönetmeni / director of photography:&lt;/b&gt; koray kesik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;montaj / editor:&lt;/b&gt; burak dal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;müzik / music:&lt;/b&gt; ahmet tirgil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yapım / production:&lt;/b&gt; surela film yapım&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;süre:&lt;/b&gt; 96 dk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-8508878357565956373?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/8508878357565956373/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=8508878357565956373' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/8508878357565956373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/8508878357565956373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-nolu-cezaevi-7-ocaktan-itibaren.html' title='&quot;5 nolu cezaevi&quot; 7 ocaktan itibaren yeşilçam sineması&apos;nda'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TSN-m8GBwcI/AAAAAAAAATM/Yf6rKZLBQfI/s72-c/afis_basin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-6092317741626153551</id><published>2010-12-02T00:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:16:06.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>malena</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;renato:&lt;/b&gt; elimden geldiğince hızlı pedal çevirdim... sanki kaçıyormuşum gibi... özlemden, masumiyetten ve ondan kaçıyormuşum gibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;renato:&lt;/b&gt; zaman geçti ve birçok kadın sevdim. beni kendilerine yakın tuttuklarında... ve bana kendilerini hatırlayacak mıyım diye sorduklarında... "evet, seni hatırlayacağım" diyordum. ama asla unutamadığım kadın... bunu bana hiç sormayandı... malena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TPbIA8plC9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/_XWUWUhmyfI/s1600/malena1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TPbIA8plC9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/_XWUWUhmyfI/s320/malena1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;renato:&lt;/b&gt; i pedaled as fast as i could... as if i were escaping... from longing, from innocence, from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;renato&lt;/b&gt;: time has passed, and i have loved many women. and as they've held me close... and asked if i will remember them... i've said, "yes, i will remember you". but the only one i've never forgotten... is the one who never asked... malena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-6092317741626153551?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/6092317741626153551/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=6092317741626153551' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/6092317741626153551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/6092317741626153551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2010/12/malena.html' title='malena'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TPbIA8plC9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/_XWUWUhmyfI/s72-c/malena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-4383293737267455043</id><published>2010-07-26T23:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:31:14.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>koca bir evreni içinde taşıyan insan: işte benim tek ilgi odağım</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;...koca bir evreni içinde taşıyan insan: işte benim tek ilgi odağım. zira hayat, her zaman hayal gücümüzden daha zengindir. bu yüzden gerçek bir sanatçı, ancak kendisi açısından hayati bir zorunluluksa yaratma hakkına sahiptir. ben de sinema sanatıyla seyirciye, hayatın gerçek akışını neredeyse hiç bozmadan aktarma yeteneğini taşımak istiyordum. sinema sanatının gerçek şiirsel özü burada yatar. benim kurgu sinemasını reddetmemin sebebi, seyircinin perdede gördüklerini kendi deneyimleriyle bağdaştırmasına imkan tanımamasıdır. biz sanatçıların taşıdığı tek sorumluluk, kendi yapıtlarımızın düzeyini yükseltmektir. nitekim ben de kendi filmlerimde hep, birlikte yaşadıkları insanlara bağlı olmalarına, yani özgür olmamalarına rağmen içlerindeki özgürlüğü korumasını bilen insanları anlatmak istemişimdir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mühürlenmiş zaman, tarkovsky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-4383293737267455043?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/4383293737267455043/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=4383293737267455043' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/4383293737267455043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/4383293737267455043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2010/07/koca-bir-evreni-icinde-tasyan-insan.html' title='koca bir evreni içinde taşıyan insan: işte benim tek ilgi odağım'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-9056801539304302177</id><published>2010-05-30T22:22:00.023+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:33:34.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>made for each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TAK73A9rOAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1_H5G3XPVF0/s1600/cap001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TAK73A9rOAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1_H5G3XPVF0/s320/cap001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;larry:&lt;/b&gt; adam çok iyi. sorun da bu zaten. öyle bir adam ki çıplak elleriyle kafanı parçalayabilir, ama yumurtan tam istediğin gibi pişsin diye uğraşır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;larry:&lt;/b&gt; anlıyorsun değil mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunny:&lt;/b&gt; evet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;larry:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;the guy's too good. that's his problem. i mean, here's someone who can crush your head in his bare hands, and he cares that your eggs are done just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;larry:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunny: &lt;/b&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"made for each other" - miami vice, season 1 episode 18, 8 march 1985&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-9056801539304302177?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/9056801539304302177/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=9056801539304302177' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/9056801539304302177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/9056801539304302177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2010/05/made-for-each-other.html' title='made for each other'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/TAK73A9rOAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1_H5G3XPVF0/s72-c/cap001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-6569650985236733171</id><published>2010-02-14T12:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:21:07.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>c’est pas moi, je le jure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S3fOQU05PNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/C5-rvvhWSTo/s1600-h/56photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S3fOQU05PNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/C5-rvvhWSTo/s320/56photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;léon doré: yeniden başlamak, legodan bir ev yapmaya benzer. yenisine başlamak için, öncekini parçalamanız gerekir. ondan sonra, her şey mümkün. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;léon doré: starting over is like starting a new lego house. you have to undo the first one, reduce it to rubble. after that, everything's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-6569650985236733171?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/6569650985236733171/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=6569650985236733171' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/6569650985236733171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/6569650985236733171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2010/02/cest-pas-moi-je-le-jure.html' title='c’est pas moi, je le jure'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S3fOQU05PNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/C5-rvvhWSTo/s72-c/56photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-4128778478486854130</id><published>2009-12-06T23:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:39:54.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't writing peace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S26YWvk8VbI/AAAAAAAAANY/g0i4eyMTbbg/s1600-h/15743_194174832028_724662028_3204695_6651141_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S26YWvk8VbI/AAAAAAAAANY/g0i4eyMTbbg/s320/15743_194174832028_724662028_3204695_6651141_n.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bill-&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; don't you find it so, barton? ain't writing peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;barton-&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; well...actually...no, bill. no. i've always found that writing comes from a great inner pain. maybe it's a pain that comes from a realization that one must do something for one's fellow man to help somehow ease the suffering. maybe it's personal pain. at any rate, i don't believe good work is possible without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-4128778478486854130?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/4128778478486854130/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=4128778478486854130' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/4128778478486854130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/4128778478486854130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2009/12/aint-writing-peace.html' title='ain&apos;t writing peace?'/><author><name>m.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S2VdtasteQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/d5cWUpQ3q3A/S220/4720_92094632028_724662028_2088533_2760906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58bMY4-VFLo/S26YWvk8VbI/AAAAAAAAANY/g0i4eyMTbbg/s72-c/15743_194174832028_724662028_3204695_6651141_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-4427829796906534876</id><published>2007-02-24T09:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:06.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the black dahlia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarlett johansson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replikler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rita hayworth'/><title type='text'>the black dahlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_5wdTe7PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YXgs3pNwQSE/s1600-h/theblackdahlia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035017519318887666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_5wdTe7PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YXgs3pNwQSE/s320/theblackdahlia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0387877/"&gt;the black dahlia(2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay lake &lt;- scarlett johansson&lt;br /&gt;ofcr. dwight 'bucky' bleichert &lt;- josh hartnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_6cdTe7QI/AAAAAAAAAZg/62C-3LM2ZTc/s1600-h/060914_MOV_BlackDahlia1EX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035018275233131778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_6cdTe7QI/AAAAAAAAAZg/62C-3LM2ZTc/s320/060914_MOV_BlackDahlia1EX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kay lake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sevgilin var mı, dwight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dwight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kendimi rita hayworth'a saklıyorum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kay lake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you have a girlfriend, dwight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dwight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm saving myself for rita hayworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_81NTe7TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/M_Pc2-dJD-U/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035020899458149682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_81NTe7TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/M_Pc2-dJD-U/s320/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kritik:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bir &lt;strong&gt;scarlett johansson&lt;/strong&gt; fanatiği olarak; kendisini şu uyuz telemarketing reklamlarından birinde, sözgelimi dolma oyacağı reklamında bile oynasa hayranlıkla izlerdim. bu yüzden filmdeki kötü oyunculuğu beni hayalkırıklığına uğratmadı. &lt;strong&gt;madeleine linscott&lt;/strong&gt; rolündeki &lt;strong&gt;hilary swank&lt;/strong&gt; çok iyiydi; hem oyunculuğu, hem cazibesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_7HdTe7RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/usBV_JnbGEQ/s1600-h/hillaryswank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035019013967506706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_7HdTe7RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/usBV_JnbGEQ/s320/hillaryswank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayalkırıklığına uğratanlardan biri de, &lt;strong&gt;scarface&lt;/strong&gt; gibi bir başyapıta imza atan &lt;strong&gt;brian de palma&lt;/strong&gt;'ydı. the black dahlia'nın, &lt;strong&gt;l.a confidental&lt;/strong&gt; gibi olmaya çalıştığını anlamak için engin bir sinema bilgisine gerek yok. nitekim film bittikten sonraki tuvalet seansında, klozet önünde biriken genç arkadaşların diyaloğuna kulak kabarttığımızda da aynı şeyi söylediklerine şahit olduk. filmin ilk seansı gayet iyiydi ama de palma'nın özellikle sonlarda gereksiz yere sherlock holmes'çuluk, david lynch'çilik oynaması izleyenlerin kafasını bir hayli karıştırdı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_7HdTe7SI/AAAAAAAAAZw/n3oocaf_98c/s1600-h/scarlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035019013967506722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_7HdTe7SI/AAAAAAAAAZw/n3oocaf_98c/s320/scarlett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tüm bunları gözönüne aldığımızda&lt;strong&gt; imdb&lt;/strong&gt; eşrafının verdiği 5.5 puanın yerinde olduğunu söyleyebiliriz. neticede sadece benim gibi &lt;strong&gt;scarlett johansson&lt;/strong&gt; hayranlarına tavsiye edilebilecek bir film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-4427829796906534876?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/4427829796906534876/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=4427829796906534876' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/4427829796906534876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/4427829796906534876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-dahlia.html' title='the black dahlia'/><author><name>anselmo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/354139202_5c2aa219ff.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoQESsATVz8/Rd_5wdTe7PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YXgs3pNwQSE/s72-c/theblackdahlia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-116457114562011250</id><published>2006-11-26T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:59:05.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7711/1735/1600/129281/crash-ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7711/1735/320/323259/crash-ver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0375679/"&gt;crash(2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graham waters&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- don cheadle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ria&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- jennifer esposito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-filmin başında arabada. görünüşe göre bir kaza olmuş ve arabadakilerin diyalogu-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graham:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bir dokunma duygusu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graham:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gerçek bir şehirde yürürken yani insanlar sana çarpar durur. los angeles'ta kimse sana dokunmaz. hep bir metal ya da cam ardındayız. o dokunuşları öyle özlüyoruz ki bir şeyler hissetmek için birbirimize çarpıyoruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o esnada başını arabadan içeri uzatan bir polis memuru:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;iyimisiniz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;başını çarptı galiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graham:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yoksa inanmıyor musun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;polis memuru:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;arabanızda kalın.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;graham galiba bize arkadan çarptılar iki kez takla attık gibi. ve oralarda bir yerde ikimizden biri dengesini kaybetti ben gdip bakacağım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7711/1735/1600/528738/don_cheadle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7711/1735/320/236792/don_cheadle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ve olaylar gelişir.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7711/1735/1600/445111/crash_050605_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7711/1735/320/28062/crash_050605_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone:&lt;/strong&gt; 'başkaları'na, 'diğerleri'ne dair önyargılarla, ırkçılıkla ilgili güzel bir film. 2004'ün en iyilerinden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-116457114562011250?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/116457114562011250/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=116457114562011250' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/116457114562011250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/116457114562011250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/11/crash.html' title='crash'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-116323366069457033</id><published>2006-11-11T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:45:29.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal sunshine of the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/B0002RGNRU.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/B0002RGNRU.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/"&gt;eternal sunshine of the spotless mind(2004) / silbaştan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel barish&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- jim carrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine kruczynski&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- kate winslet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; keşke biriyle tanışsam. bunun gerçekleşme ihtimali çok düştü. tanımadığım bir kadınla göz kontağına giremediğim düşünülürse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/Eternal-Sunshine-05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/Eternal-Sunshine-05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; neden bana azıcık ilgi gösteren her kadına aşık oluyorum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/eternalsunshine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/eternalsunshine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel :&lt;/strong&gt; seni bir yerden tanıyor muyum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; hiç barnes and noble'dan alışveriş yapar mısın?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; evet, elbette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; işte bu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; öyle mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; seni orada gördüm! beş yıldır falan orada çalışıyorum. tanrım! beş yıl oldu mu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; görseydim hatırlardım herhalde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; saçım yüzünden olabilir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; ne saçın yüzünden olabilir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; rengini çok sık değiştiririm. bu yüzden tanıyamamış olabilirsin. bu rengin adı mavi yıkıntı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; öyle mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; şık bir isim, değil mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; beğendim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; böyle şık isimli boyalar üreten bir şirket var. kızıl tehlike, sarı ateş, yeşil devrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; işi bu isimleri bulmak olan birileri olmalı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; sence böyle bir iş olabilir mi? yani kaç tane saç rengi olabilir ki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; onbeş tane belki vardır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; biri o işi kapmış. turuncu ajan. bunu ben buldum. bir boyaya karakterimi verdim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; bundan şüpheliyim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; sen beni tanımıyorsun. dolayısıyla bunu bilemezsin, değil mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; özür dilerim, kibar davranmaya çalışıyordum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/eternal-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/eternal-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; pek konuşmayan bir tipsin, değil mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; sadece... pek ilginç bir hayatım yok. işe giderim, eve dönerim... ne diyeceğimi bilemiyorum. günlüğümü okumalısın... bomboş denebilir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; gerçekten mi? bu seni üzüyor mu? ya da kaygılanıyor musun? ben hep hayatımı tam olarak yaşayamadığımı düşünüp kaygılanırım. her imkanı değerlendirmek hiç bir anı boşa harcamamak isterim. sen gerçekten çok tatlısın. tanrım, böyle demeyi kesmeliyim! seninle evleneceğim. bundan eminim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; peki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/17920__carrey_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/17920__carrey_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; beni aramanı isterim. arar mısın? beni aramanı isterim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; evet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; aradığında sevgililer günümü kutla. bu çok hoş olur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-joel eve gidince arar-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; neden bu kadar geciktin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; eve daha yeni girdim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; beni özledin mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; garip ama evet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; evet dedin! galiba bu evlendiğimiz anlamına geliyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; galiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/Eternal%20Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/Eternal%20Sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; bana yıldız takımlarını göster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; bilmiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; bildiklerini göster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; tamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; tamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; şuradaki osidius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; nerede?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; tam şurada. gördün mü? bir hilal ve sonra da haç. küçük osidius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; atıyorsun, değil mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; hayır. orada. hilal ve haç şeklinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/eternal%20sunshine%20kl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/eternal%20sunshine%20kl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bant kaydında joel’in sesi:&lt;/strong&gt; bence clementine'ın aslında baştan çıkaran yönü... kişiliğinin sizi sıradanlıktan kurtaracakmış gibi görünüyor olması… sizi heyecanlı şeylerin olacağı bir dünyaya götürecek bir meteor gibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; sana bağırdığım için özür dilerim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; önemli değil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; joel, senden gerçekten hoşlanıyorum.öyle şeyler söylediğim için çok üzgünüm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-teybi kapatmaya yönelir-&lt;/em&gt; şunu kapatayım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; hayır, bekle. bunu hak ettim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bant kaydında joel’in sesi:&lt;/strong&gt; tek sorunu saçıydı. tamamen saçmalık!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; saçını gerçekten beğeniyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; teşekkür ederim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bant kaydında joel’in sesi:&lt;/strong&gt; dağılmış durumda. ama tek derdi saç rengi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; içecek birşey falan ister misin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; viski var mı?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bant kaydında joel’in sesi:&lt;/strong&gt; onunla seks yapmak için… fazla beklemek gerekeceğini sanmıyorum. son akşamımızda açıkça gördüm. seks değildi... acıklıydı. clem insanların onu sevmesinin tek yolunun... onlarla yatması olduğunu sanıyor. ya da onlar bu ihtimalin farkında oluyorlar. ve o kadar umutsuz ve güvensiz ki... eninde sonunda onu becerirsin ahbap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ben böyle yapmıyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; yaptığını düşünmezdim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; çünkü yapmam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; biliyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ama böyle demene çok üzüldüm çünkü böyle birşey yapmıyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; çok üzgünüm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ben çok üzgünüm. eve gidiyorum. kafam karıştı. düşünmeliyim. burada duramam. hoşçakal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; güle güle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; seninle karşılaşmak hiç de güzel değildi. biriyle bu kadar zaman harcadığınızda, tanımadığınız insanlar gerekiyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; bekle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ne var?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; bilmiyorum. sadece bekle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ne istiyorsun, joel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; sadece biraz beklemeni istiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; peki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; gerçekten mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ben bir kavram değilim, joel. sadece huzur arayan bir kızım. ben mükemmel değilim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; sende hoşlanmadığım hiçbir şey göremiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; ama göreceksin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; göremiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; göreceksin. birşeyler bulacaksın. ben de senden sıkılıp kendimi kapana kısılmış hissedeceğim. çünkü bana hep böyle olur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; tamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; tamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joel:&lt;/strong&gt; tamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clementine:&lt;/strong&gt; tamam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-116323366069457033?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/116323366069457033/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=116323366069457033' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/116323366069457033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/116323366069457033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/11/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115893074242708330</id><published>2006-09-21T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:20:44.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>when harry met sally – devam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/whms1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/whms1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098635/"&gt;when harry met sally(1989) / harry sally ile tanışınca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- billy cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally allbright&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- meg ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tabii ki hiçbir zaman arkadaş olamayacağımızı fark etmişsindir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;niçin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;söylediğim şey şu -ve bu asla bir kur yapma değil- erkeklerle kadınlar arkadaş olamazlar çünkü sevişme yanı hep engel olur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bu doğru değil. benim bir sürü erkek arkadaşım var ve seks işin içinde yok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;erkek arkadaşın yok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evet var.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hayır yok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evet var!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sen var zannediyorsun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ben bu erkeklerle farkında olmadan mı seviştim yani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hayır, ama demek istediğim, onların hepsi de seninle sevişmek istiyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;istemiyorlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;istiyorlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;istemiyorlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;istiyorlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nereden biliyorsun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;çünkü hiçbir erkek çekici bulduğu kadınla arkadaş olamaz. hep onunla sevişmek ister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yani sen diyorsun ki, bir erkek sadece çekici bulmadığı bir kadınla arkadaş olabilir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hayır, sen de onlarla sevişmek istersin tabii ki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ya seninle sevişmek istemiyorlarsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bu fark etmez çünkü sevişme denen şey ordadır ve sonunda olan arkadaşlığa olur ve hikayenin sonu da budur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pekala, o halde sanırım arkadaş olamayacağız.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sanmıyorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;çok yazık. new york’ta tanıdığım tek kişi sendin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/hswalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/hswalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you realize of course that we could never be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what i'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form- is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that's not true. i have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you only think you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you say i'm having sex with these men without my knowledge? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; no, what i'm saying is they all want to have sex with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;they do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;do too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; they do not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;how do you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. he always wants to have sex with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; no. you pretty much want to nail 'em too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what if they don't want to have sex with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well, i guess we're not going to be friends then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; i guess not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally albright:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; that's too bad. you were the only person i knew in new york. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;teşekkürler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.tr/search?hl=tr&amp;q=arad%C4%B1%C4%9F%C4%B1n%C4%B1z+sosyomat+%C3%BCyesi+kapsama+alan%C4%B1+d%C4%B1%C5%9F%C4%B1ndad%C4%B1r&amp;amp;meta="&gt;beatlefan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115893074242708330?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115893074242708330/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115893074242708330' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115893074242708330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115893074242708330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-harry-met-sally-devam.html' title='when harry met sally – devam'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115752940603907210</id><published>2006-09-04T10:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:06:09.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>gilda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/gilda-poster07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/gilda-poster07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038559/"&gt;gilda(1946)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda mundson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- rita hayworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;johnny farrell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- glenn ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you do hate me, don't you, johnny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;johnny farrell:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i don't think you have any idea of how much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hate is a very exciting emotion. haven't you noticed? very exciting. i hate you too, johnny. i hate you so much i think i'm going to die from it. darling...&lt;/span&gt;[they kiss passionately]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; i think i'm going to die from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/gilda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/gilda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sen ne güzel artistimizdin rita abla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;benden nefret ediyorsun, değil mi, johnny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;johnny:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bunu tahmin bile edemezsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nefret heyecan verici bir duygudur. hiç farketmedin mi? ben de senden nefret ediyorum johnny, öyle nefret ediyorum ki bu yüzden ölebilirim. sevgilim. &lt;/span&gt;[tutkuyla öpüşürler]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gilda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;galiba bu yüzden öleceğim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teşekkürler &lt;a href="http://beatlefan.sosyomat.com/"&gt;beatlefan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115752940603907210?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115752940603907210/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115752940603907210' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115752940603907210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115752940603907210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/09/gilda.html' title='gilda'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115437978788736120</id><published>2006-07-10T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:27:41.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>when harry met sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/6960f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/6960f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098635/"&gt;when harry met sally(1989) / harry sally ile tanışınca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry burns&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- billy cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally allbright&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- meg ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadın erkek ilişkileri, dostluk, aşk, cinsellik sözkonusu olunca bütün zamanların tartışmasız en iyisi. ve karşınızda; &lt;strong&gt;when harry met sally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;illa bilmek istersen, çok kıskançtı ve ben haftanın günleri külotları giyiyordum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;afedersin, anlayamadım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haftanın günleri külotları mı?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evet. üstünde haftanın günleri yazılıydı ve bence pek komikti. sonra bir gün sheldon bana şöyle dedi; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pazar'ı hiç giymiyorsun"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. çok şüphelendi. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pazar nerde, pazar'ı nerde bıraktın?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ve ona söyledim ama bana inanmadı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;neyi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pazar'ı üretmiyorlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o niye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tanrı nedeniyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chicago üniversitesi'nden, değil mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;öğrenciyken bu kadar güzel miydiniz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hayır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;acaba hiç...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hayır. hayır.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ben de öyle söyledim. ve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gazeteciyim. the news'de çalışıyorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;harika. ve joe ile birliktesin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evet, harika. harika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;üç haftadır falan mı birliktesiniz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bir ay. nasıl bildin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;birini hava alanına götürüyorsan bu ilişkinin başlarıdır. bu yüzden ben bunu başlarda hiç yapmam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;neden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;çünkü sonunda işler değişir ve hava alanına götürmezsin. asla bana şöyle denmesini istemem; "neden artık beni hiç hava alanına götürmüyorsun?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sonra bir öğleden sonra alice'in kızını alıyordum, onu sirke götürmeye söz vermiştim. takside, ne görüyorum oynuyorduk. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"posta kutusu görüyorum"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"direk görüyorum"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. sonra o pencereden dışarı baktı ve bir adamı ve karısını gördü. iki küçük çocukla beraber, çocuklardan biri adamın omuzlarındaydı. ve &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bir aile görüyorum"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dedi. ve ben ağlamaya başladım. bilirsin işte, sadece ağlamaya başladım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;uzun uzun düşündüm ve önemli olan şu ki, ben seni seviyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seni seviyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;buna nasıl cevap vermemi bekliyorsun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ben de seni seviyorum"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; desen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; gidiyorum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; nasıl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sözlerim sana bir şey ifade etmiyor mu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;üzgünüm, harry. yılbaşı gecesi kendini yalnız hissediyorsun. ama böyle karşıma çıkıp beni sevdiğini söyleyince her şeyin düzelmesini bekleme. bu işler böyle olmaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ya, peki nasıl olur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bilmiyorum, ama böyle değil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;peki buna ne dersin? hava 20 dereceyken üşümeni seviyorum. bir buçuk saatte sandviç sipariş etmeni seviyorum. deliymişim gibi bakarken kaşını kıvırmanı seviyorum. seninle beraber olunca, giysime parfümünün sinmesini seviyorum. &lt;strong&gt;ve gece yatmadan önce konuştuğum en son insan olmanı seviyorum&lt;/strong&gt;. ve yalnız olduğum için veya yılbaşı akşamı olduğu için değil. çünkü &lt;strong&gt;hayatının geri kalanını başka biriyle geçirmek istediğini anladığında, hayatının geri kalanının bir an önce başlamasını istiyorsun.&lt;/strong&gt; anlıyor musun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bu tam sensin işte, harry. öyle şeyler söylüyorsun ki, senden nefret edemez hale geliyorum. ve senden nefret ediyorum, harry. gerçekten nefret ediyorum. nefret ediyorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115437978788736120?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115437978788736120/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115437978788736120' title='9 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115437978788736120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115437978788736120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-harry-met-sally.html' title='when harry met sally'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115441722272721651</id><published>2006-07-09T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:30:39.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cold mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/cold-mountain-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/cold-mountain-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0159365/"&gt;cold mountain(2003) / soğuk dağ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ada monroe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- nicole kidman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ada:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what we have lost will never be returned to us. the land will not heal. too much blood. the heart will not heal. all we can do is make peace with the past and try to learn from it.(kaybettiklerimiz bir daha asla geri dönmeyecek. çok kan aktı. bu topraklar iyileşmeyecek, kalbimizdeki yaralar kapanmayacak. tek yapabileceğimiz geçmişle barışmak ve ondan ders almaya çalışmak.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ada:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;there are days now when I manage not to think of you. when the needs of the farm call with more urgency than my heart. this time of year there's so much life everywhere. i find you in all of it. as if you were still walking home to me.(artık seni düşünmemeyi başardığım günler oluyor. çiftliğin ihtiyaçları kalbimin acısının önüne geçebiliyor. yılın bu zamanı heryerde çok fazla hayat var. heryerde seni buluyorum. sanki hala eve, bana doğru yürüyormuşsun gibi.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;teşekkürler &lt;a href="http://savagegardens-senzaione.blogspot.com/"&gt;senzaione&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115441722272721651?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115441722272721651/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115441722272721651' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115441722272721651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115441722272721651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/cold-mountain.html' title='cold mountain'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115408561672053366</id><published>2006-07-08T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:20:16.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>scent of a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/scentofawoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/scentofawoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105323/"&gt;scent of a woman(1992) / kadın kokusu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lieutenant colonel frank slade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- al pacino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlie simms&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- chris o'donnell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frank slade:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hayatım boyunca bacakları değil kolları boynuma dolanan bir kadın aradım&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/tng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/tng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devam edecek...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115408561672053366?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115408561672053366/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115408561672053366' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115408561672053366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115408561672053366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/scent-of-woman.html' title='scent of a woman'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115399938736165582</id><published>2006-07-07T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:23:10.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>syriana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/syriana-poster02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/syriana-poster02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365737/"&gt;syriana(2005) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dean whitting&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- christopher plummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rıza reyahni&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- said amadis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rıza reyahni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kapitalizm, israf olmadan yaşayamaz. bay whitting ve abd'ye teşekkür notları yazmalıyız, dünyanın çöpünün ve petrol talebinin dörtte birini sağladıkları için.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dean whitting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ne demek, zevk duyarız, gerçekten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yolsuzlukla suçlanan bir petrolcü:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yolsuzluk mu? yolsuzluk, devletin yasalar aracılığıyla pazarın verimliliğine müdahale etmesidir. böyle diyor milton friedman. kendisine nobel ödülü bile verdiler. başımız derde girmeden rüşvet verebilelim diye, rüşvete karşı gibi görünen yasalarımız var. yolsuzluk bizi korur, kendimizi güvende ve rahat hissetmemizi sağlar. sokaklarda et parçası için birbirimizi yemek yerine, şu anda burada caka satarak yürüyebiliyorsak bunu yolsuzluğa borçluyuz. yolsuzluk sayesinde kazanıyoruz." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115399938736165582?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115399938736165582/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115399938736165582' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115399938736165582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115399938736165582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/syriana.html' title='syriana'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115399885558138242</id><published>2006-07-06T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:23:32.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the road to guantanamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/00001816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/00001816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468094/"&gt;the road to guantanamo(2006) / guantanamo yolu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yönetmen:&lt;/strong&gt; michael winterbottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;michael winterbottom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"bu film guantanamo'da hâlâ tutuklu bulunan 500 kişinin varlığını dünyaya hatırlatmalı. bu üç kişinin yüzünü görünce 500 kişinin durumunu hayal edebiliyorsunuz." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115399885558138242?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115399885558138242/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115399885558138242' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115399885558138242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115399885558138242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/road-to-guantanamo.html' title='the road to guantanamo'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115385548290265670</id><published>2006-07-05T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:30:53.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'>bruce almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/bruce_almighty.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/bruce_almighty.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0315327/"&gt;bruce almighty(2003) / aman tanrım&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruce almighty &lt;- jim carrey&lt;br /&gt;tanrı(töbe çarpılacağız) &lt;- morgan freeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(sembolik)tanrı:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;insanlar basit ameleliğin değerini küçümsüyorlar. orada özgürlük vardır. dünyanın en mutlu insanlarından bazıları günün sonunda evlerine ter kokarak dönüyorlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(sembolik)tanrı:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bir şey ne kadar kirlenirse kirlensin hemen silebilirsin. çorbayı ikiye bölmek mucize değildir bruce, sihirbazlıktır. iki işte çalıştığı halde çocuğunu futbol antrenmanına götürmeye vakit bulan bekar anne mucizedir. uyuşturcuya hayır, eğitime evet diyen bir genç mucizedir. insanlar onlar için herşeyi yapmamı istiyorlar. ama anlamadıkları şu ki, yapacak güçleri var. bir mucize mi görmek istiyorsun evlat, mucizenin kendisi ol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bruce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dur, gidiyor musun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(sembolik)tanrı:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;artık tek başına altından kalkabileceğini düşünüyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bruce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ama ya sana ihtiyacım varsa? ya soracak sorularım varsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(sembolik)tanrı:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bu senin sorunun bruce. herkesin sorunu bu. yukarı bakmaya devam et.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115385548290265670?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115385548290265670/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115385548290265670' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115385548290265670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115385548290265670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/bruce-almighty.html' title='bruce almighty'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115385404076994362</id><published>2006-07-04T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:02:12.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>la haine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/la_haine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/la_haine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113247/"&gt;la haine(1995) / protesto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bu, 50 katlı bir binadan düşen bir adamın hikayesi. adam düşerken kendini avutmak için sürekli şu sözleri tekrarlar: &lt;strong&gt;"buraya kadar herşey iyi gitti, buraya kadar herşey iyi gitti, buraya kadar herşey iyi gitti'&lt;/strong&gt;. oysa önemli olan düşüş degildir; iniştir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teşekkürler &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alternatif-istanbul-ezgi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ezgi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115385404076994362?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115385404076994362/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115385404076994362' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115385404076994362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115385404076994362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-haine.html' title='la haine'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115359453552973165</id><published>2006-07-03T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:16:16.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>forrest gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/fg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/fg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109830/"&gt;forrest gump(1994) / forrest gump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forrest gump&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- tom hanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jenny curran&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- robin wright penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okul otobüs sürücüsü:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; biniyor musun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; annem yabancıların taşıtlarına binmememi söyledi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okul otobüs sürücüsü:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bu okul otobüsü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; adım forrest. forrest gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okul otobüs sürücüsü:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ben dorothy harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ikimiz de artık yabancı sayılmayız.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; merhaba. ben forrest. forrest gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;şoför:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kimse sana ne bok olduğunu sormuyor gerizekalı. burda bir solucan bile değilsin. o koca kıçını kaldır da otobüse bin. sen artık bir askersin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fakat geceleri yapacak hiç bir şey olmadığında ve ev bomboşken sürekli jenny’yi düşünüyordum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; benimle evlenir misin? iyi bir koca olurum jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jenny:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;olursun forrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ama evlenmeyeceksin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jenny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; benimle evlenmek istemezsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beni neden sevmiyorsun jenny? akıllı bir adam değilim ama aşkın ne olduğunu biliyorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; annem ileriye gitmeden önce geçmişi arkana almalısın derdi. sanırım benim koşmam böyle bir şeydi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ve sonra çölde. güneş doğduğunda. cennetin nerde bittiğini ve yeryüzünün nerde başladığını anlayamazdın. çok güzeldi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jenny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; orda seninle olmak isterdim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; öyleydin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115359453552973165?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115359453552973165/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115359453552973165' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115359453552973165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115359453552973165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/forrest-gump.html' title='forrest gump'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115357490404692734</id><published>2006-07-02T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:08:29.676+03:00</updated><title type='text'>being john malkovich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/bjm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/bjm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120601/"&gt;being john malkovich(1999) / john malkovich olmak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;craig schwartz&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- john cusack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;craig:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bilinç, korkunç bir lanettir. düşünürsün, hissedersin, acı çekersin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31451591-115357490404692734?l=replikler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/feeds/115357490404692734/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31451591&amp;postID=115357490404692734' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115357490404692734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31451591/posts/default/115357490404692734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replikler.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-john-malkovich.html' title='being john malkovich'/><author><name>anyone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/84294446_0cfb5bf0c2.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31451591.post-115357220273950925</id><published>2006-07-01T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:02:58.351+02:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time in america</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/1600/B0000934BA.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7711/1735/320/B0000934BA.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087843/"&gt;once upon a time in america(1984) / bir zamanlar america &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;david 'noodles' aaronson&lt;/strong&gt; 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