Plot – In 1947, Professor Humbert arrives in a small New England town where he waits for a job as a French Literature teacher. Looking for a place to live, he finds a room in the house of the widow Charlotte. The place does not really suit his taste, but he decides to stay when he sees Charlotte's twelve-year-old daughter Lolita in the garden. He is immediately fascinated by her. Charlotte courts Humber, who in the end decides to marry the woman just to stay close to Lolita. After a while, Charlotte dies in an accident and Humbert and Lolita, who are now having an affair, decide to leave town and begin a journey across the US. This journey is marked by increasingly stormy moments and more and more frantic events. Lolita controls the situation, while Humbert often storms in anger. One day she decides to leave with another man. Humbert will find her when she is expecting a child and then goes after the man who caused them to break up. The showdown is cruel and brutal and Humbert dies with remorse.
All actors – Jeremy Irons, Melanie Griffith, Frank Langella, Dominique Swain, Suzanne Shepherd, Keith Reddin, Erin J. Dean, Joan Glover, Pat Pierre Perkins, Ed Grady, Michael Goodwin, Angela Paton, Ben Silverstone, Emma Griffiths Malin, Ronald Pickup, Michael Culkin, Annabelle Apsion, Don Brady, Trip Hamilton, Michael Dolan, Hallee Hirsh, Scott Brian Higgs, Mert Hatfield, Chris Jarman, Hudson Lee Long, Jim Grimshaw, Lenore Banks, Dorothy Deavers, Donnie Boswell Sr., Judy Duggan, Margaret Hammonds, Paula Davis, Tim Gallin, Brett Kinard, Cy Fahrenholtz, John Franklyn-Robbins, Kirk Gagnon, Kathryn Peterson, Muse Watsonshow all
“Lolita” Quotes 10 quotes
“I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me.”
“Come live with me. And die with me, and everything with me.”
“You look one hundred percent better when I can't see you.”
“- Charlotte Haze: I asked you to make your bed. Didn't I?
- Lolita: No. You asked me if I'd made my bed.”
“What I heard then was the melody of children at play, nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.”
“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks, she was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin. My soul.”
“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago, but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither, I didn't care. I would...” (continue)(continue reading)