Let's be Memento (2000)

Guy Pearce's huge VPO.

VPO? Victim Protective Order?

I'm "LENNNYY!"

I'm Lenny's cunt of a wife who Carrie-Anne Moss thinks probably sucked one too many diseased cocks and turned him into a fucking retard. To this Lenny he doesn't remember me or how I died.

I'm also wondering what VPO means, r1.

I’m Alzheimer’s

I'm the suspicious look on the hooker's face when he says he only wants her to wait for him to fall asleep and then slam the bathroom door.

I'm the cocaine said hooker is snorting in the bathroom when Leonard opens the door.

I'm a seedy motel.

I'm the filthy dirty Jaguar convertible (that I don't actually own) with a broken window (that I don't remember breaking).

I'm John G.

There's plenty of John G.'s for you to find.

Let’s be me trying to figure out why I’m watching this stupid movie.

I'm the expensive beige suit that belongs to a dead man, and is too big for little Guy Pearce.

I'm Lenny's wife Catherine.

I'm played by Jorja Fox, an insufferable lesbian. I went on to play another insufferable lesbian character on CSI..

I'm Sammy Jenkis.

Remember Sammy Jenkis?

Remember Sammy Jenkis?

I'm Polaroids. Still (barely) a thing in 2000.

I'm Carrie-Anne Moss' terrible nosejob, distracting you from listening to anything she says.

I'm the plot and I'm confusing af.

I'm a rather boring plot, made interesting only by the reverse order storytelling

I'm Trinity and Cypher working for scale on an Indy with Felicia from Priscilla.

If we knew The Matrix was going to be the cinematic juggernaut it was, we would've asked for more money.

I'm, this condition.

I'm Burt, the hairy hotel clerk who takes advantage of Leonard's condition and rents him an extra room.

I'm San Francisco, where Leonard Shelby is from.

I’m the hairbrush placed randomly in the room.

I’m Leonard’s fleeting memory.

I'm Dodd.

You'll never know if that's my first or last name.

I'm a coaster from Furdy's bar, found in the pocket of the too-big suit jacket, and on the back it says, "come by after."

I'm a vague, non-descript part of the outskirts of Los Angeles.

I'm the fat lady giving Leoanrd a tattoo of a license plate number on his thigh.

I'm...the Insulinnnn.

I'm neo-noir.

I don't really remember this movie but I didn't really understand it. I remember some ending like he killed the wife or was responsible but it was too weird for me.

I'm the implausible pseudo-profundity that fostered more, MORE! implausible pseudo-profound, convoluted, overrated Christopher Nolan cinematic masterpieces for the nexrt 20 years.

I'm the overrated film status

Bajour!