Who was in the wrong here?

why they cast an 18 yo as a 12yo?

Now.. this 12 yo could seduce me.

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>She flirts with and gives Jeremy Irons character obvious come on signals
>somehow you are supposed to interpret that he is in the wrong
Uhhhh... how about no?!

Poor direction. She came off way too forceful in this film. The character needs to be more subtle with ambiguous intentions

He's emotionally stunted because of his teenage trauma and she is a whore who takes advantage of him. Remember that he embellishes her in his narration, so in reality she's an ugly used up teenage whore.

What trauma? Even if he were horribly traumatized, he's still an adult. At a certain point, you're responsible for your actions and you can't say "but this bad thing happened to me once. now give me carte blanche."

The mentally ill are automatically excused from everything

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looks older than my gf

This is how nerds feel about piercings, I bet.

degenerate cow spotted

You'll find a new joke soon enough.

I wish I was handsome and fucking 13 year olds was legal. What a beautiful life that would be.

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the younger the girl is, the less subtle and ambiguous they are. they dont start playing games until later.

it probably will be in 10 years when america becomes brazil 2.0

WTF

I get quite dissapointed seeing so many people (outside of Zig Forums) talk about the film adaptation of Lolita only, instead of the masterpiece that is the novel by Nabokov.

Yeah the prose was interesting and I thought the end was hilarious

why ruin your face with an ugly, distracting piece of metal?

you are not as unique or as imaginative or as original as you think
self expression through piercings is low denominator low class attention seeking

The whole fucking thing is hilarious. Here's one of my favorite passages where Humbert distinguishes between the true cunnysseur and a pleb.
Part 1

>It will be marked that I substitute time terms for spatial ones. In fact, I would have the reader see “nine” and “fourteen” as the boundaries the mirrory beaches and rosy rocks of an enchanted island haunted by those nymphets of mine and surrounded by a vast, misty sea. Between those age limits, are all girl-children nymphets? Of course not. Otherwise, we who are in the know, we lone voyagers, we nympholepts, would have long gone insane. Neither are good looks any criterion; and vulgarity, or at least what a given community terms so, does not necessarily impair certain mysterious characteristics, the fey grace, the elusive, shifty, soul-shattering, insidious charm that separates the nymphet from such coevals of hers as are incomparably more dependent on the spatial world of synchronous phenomena than on that intangible island of entranced time where Lolita plays with her likes. Within the same age limits the number of true nymphets is trickingly inferior to that of provisionally plain, or just nice, or “cute,” or even “sweet” and “attractive,” ordinary, plumpish, formless, cold-skinned, essentially human little girls, with tummies and pigtails, who may or may not turn into adults of great beauty (look at the ugly dumplings in black stockings and white hats that are metamorphosed into stunning stars of the screen).

Part 2.
>A normal man given a group photograph of school girls or Girl Scouts and asked to point out the comeliest one will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signsthe slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulatethe little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

Now for a couple shorter ones:
>The science of nympholepsy is a precise science.

>[...] the mobile moist mouth, no matter how I stuffed it with love