Red Shoe Diaries

Synopsis: Jake following the suicide of his girlfriend Alex seeks answers as to why she did it through her diaries. Jake discovers that although she loves him, she felt as if there was something lacking. And when she met a man who did construction work and sold shoes, she pursued him and it wasn't long before she was having an affair with him and they did things that she didn't do with Jake. And she couldn't stay away from him.
Director(s): Zalman King
Production: Republic Pictures Home Video
  2 nominations.
105 min


The lord is my Shepard,|I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures,

and leaves me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in the paths of|righteousness for his namesake.

Yea though I walk through the valley|of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, for you|are with me.

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Your miracles will be performed in|the presence of my enemies,

you anoint my head with oil.|My cup runs over.

I'm sorry, Jack.|It's terrible.

All the day of my life, I was well|in the house of the lord.

I'm so sorry, Jake.

I'm really sorry about Alex.|We'll all miss her.

When you work up the courage|to talk about this,

you know where to find me.

Got it all cleaned up, Mr. Jack.

I'm sorry.|I couldn't take the cemetery.

I don't understand. She was so...

She was so much to live for.

Hi, we're not in right now.|Work, work, work.

Leave us a message.

Jake? It's Marlene.

So, could i take you out to dinner tonight?|And maybe just talk.

I just don't think you should be alone.

So, call me, alright?|Okay, bye.

Friday, July 12.

Too excited.|Too much energy,

took off from work early,

and danced, and danced.

And danced.

Six months and he's already a part|of my every breath,

my every thought. He's everything|i ever dreamed of.

A fairy tale Prince. If an hour|goes by without hearing his voice,

i'm lost. Adrift.|I've surrendered to his taste,

to his place, to his every wish.

He knows me inside out,|everything about me.

My troubles with my mother, the|abortion i had when i was eighteen,

my fear of the dark,|my fascination with fire.

No, Jack. There's people there.|No, Jake, the wedding.

I don't care.|- No.


No... okay... Maybe.

I've given him every memory of the past,

every dream of the future.

I've thrown all my card on|the table before him.

I'm an open book.

I want my mystery back.|Something. Anything.

One thought, one deed, one tiny|secret that's mine alone.

I don't understand.

Look at this, Paul.|When the sun rises,

it's gonna hit the buildings|and create shadows down on the ground,

for the people on the parks|down on the street.

It's gorgeus. - Who gives a sh*t|how the light hits down there?

Nobody see it this way. Helicopter|pilots, maybe. - And angels.

Jesus Christ, Jake, not that|angel bullshit again.

No, look, just unclench.|Enjoy the sunset.

Think about how the angels are|gonna love this sunset. Look.

July 15th. Another 14-hour day.

We are both equally compulsive.|Equally dedicated to our work.

The difference is i change the look|of people's living rooms,

the fabric of the couches.|- Bye, cutie!

Jake changes the skyline.

His buildings will affect the way|people live for the next 100 years.

Not much of a comparison when|you really think about it.

Do you know how lucky you are to|enjoy your work as much as you do?

And to be as good as you are.|And to be rewarded for it?

I envy that. I really do.

I've always had this thought

that maybe God put certain people|on this earth to take care of us.

Doctors, poets, musicians.

People with vision.

People like you.

Come here.

Just stand right here.

Take off your sweater.|- Why?

I wanna see the outline of your body|through your nightgown.

I love the way look.

I love the way you smell.

I love the way you taste.

I love the way you feel.

I love the way you smile.

I love the way you scratch me.

I love the way you moan.

I love the way you come.

I love everything.|I love it.

Don't say that.|- I love you.

O... T... A...

L... Z... F?|- No, don't move.

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