The Watchers Movie Quotes

What about animals slaughtered for our consumption? who among us would be able to continue eating pork chops after visiting a factory farm in which pigs are half-blind and cannot even properly walk, but are just fattened to be killed? And what about, say, torture and suffering of millions we know about, but choose to ignore? Imagine the effect of having to watch a snuff movie portraying what goes on thousands of times a day around the world: brutal acts of torture, the picking out of eyes, the crushing of testicles -the list cannot bear recounting. Would the watcher be able to continue going on as usual? Yes, but only if he or she were able somehow to forget -in an act which suspended symbolic efficiency -what had been witnessed. This forgetting entails a gesture of what is called fetishist disavowal: "I know it, but I don't want to know that I know, so I don't know." I know it, but I refuse to fully assume the consequences of this knowledge, so that I can continue acting as if I don't know it.

not look like one of those smart dogs in the movies. It did not look as if it understood him. It just looked dumb.

So the bad Ninjamobile swept along on the great Ventura, among Olympic visitors from everywhere who teemed all over the freeway system in midday densities till far into the night, shined-up, screaming black motorcades that could have carried any of several office seekers, cruisers heading for treed and more gently roaring boulevards, huge double and triple trailer rigs that loved to find Volkswagens laboring up grades and go sashaying around them gracefully and at gnat's-ass tolerances, plus flirters, deserters, wimps and pimps, speeding like bullets, grinning like chimps, above the heads of TV watchers, lovers under the overpasses, movies at malls letting out, bright gas-station oases in pure fluorescent spill, canopied beneath the palm trees, soon wrapped, down the corridors of the surface streets, in nocturnal smog, the adobe air, the smell of distant fireworks, the spilled, the broken world.

Rather, I’m the kind of person who makes watercolors of sunsets in the summer while drinking cocktails on my roof, who reads a book a week and goes to French movies. My friends often cite my life as being an inspiration to them, and I have quite rigorously assembled something that looks really good from the outside. But that performance has always been a stark contrast to how I feel about myself.

Searching for one can only be a matter of myth-making, whether the resultant myths take the form of ‘killer ape’ fantasies that emerged in the 1960s, seared into collective consciousness by movies like Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey; or the ‘aquatic ape’; or even the highly amusing but fanciful ‘stoned ape’ (the theory that consciousness emerged from the accidental ingestion of psychedelic mushrooms). Myths like these entertain YouTube watchers to this day.

The only thing I was still looking forward to was marriage. Before I was taken, it was all I thought about, what I daydreamed about, what I dreamed about still. My parents were happy together, and I saw the romances in movies. Maybe that’s why I gave my affection so freely: I wanted desperately to be loved. With that thought in my head, I looked up… And I saw him. Before I could check my thoughts, She asked me who I thought was so handsome. I hated being caught like that. But it was just admiration from afar. Surely that was harmless. There’s this boy on the beach. He’s tall and has dirty blonde hair. He’s very good-looking. She wanted to know what was so special about him. I don’t know. Maybe the expression on his face. He looks sad but hopeful somehow. Like he’s thinking about a million questions, but knows he has the answer to every one. She commented that that was a lot to observe in less than five minutes. I’ve become an excellent people-watcher. She laughed. I wondered if She could sense me rolling my eyes

Proper meditation develops awareness, allowing us balance through consciousness. Rather than living the life of a slave to our programming, we are liberated from our thoughts and emotions. We become the watcher, the observer of our thoughts. Conscious of this moment, and aware of all that is going on. Aware of what programs are running, and in this moment able to re-write any that are negative or destructive. In this moment, we simply re-record the music track of our lives, to the music we want for our lives. It is our movie, and we are the writers, directors, and actors.

In other words, there is no ‘original’ form of human society. Searching for one can only be a matter of myth-making, whether the resultant myths take the form of ‘killer ape’ fantasies that emerged in the 1960s, seared into collective consciousness by movies like Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey; or the ‘aquatic ape’; or even the highly amusing but fanciful ‘stoned ape’ (the theory that consciousness emerged from the accidental ingestion of psychedelic mushrooms). Myths like these entertain YouTube watchers to this day.

The rain had shifted sideways, forcing me to use the umbrella like the bulletproof James Bond version. Doing so exposed my face, and that was all man with the donkey needed. In a split second from fifty feet away, he recognized me like an old pal from his childhood. As soon as we made eye contact, my arcane watcher called out in an accent as thick as the downpour, “Hey man—the new guy sucks!” If my jaw wasn’t attached it would still be on the ground in that hallowed courtyard. We traded a slow-motion thumbs-up as I sloshed past my new favorite person and his trusty burro, into the shelter of the sacred abbey. Knowing exactly who he’d been referring to made the moment that much more surreal. In frikkin’ Colombia—on a tip from the local dope man, at the oldest church on the continent, in a monsoon at the top of a mountain—guy in mud with donkey stood in solidarity rejecting the guy who replaced me on Two and a Half Men. If that scene was in a movie, the screen would be pelted with bonbons and shoes. The illogical probability of our encounter doesn’t exist in any realm I have the ability to access. I’ll leave the quantum math to the experts—sometimes it rains, and sometimes you get stuck in that rain with people you’d never otherwise meet.