Film lover in my 20s. I’ve really learned the more of them you watch the more you realize you haven’t seen shit. But that’s the beauty!
“Like that boy next door playing his horn, if he was a friend, he would stop irritating people. But if he stops practicing he wouldn’t be perfect at what he does someday.”
Couldn’t think of a better film to watch in this time where family, and tradition nostalgia is very much on my mind. It creeps up on you, and twists you in ways that are pure alchemy. There are such specific nuances to religion and superstition that are so…
“Only an asshole gets killed over a car!!”
God can’t get enough of this one. So funny and quotable. The line delivery from everyone is perfecto! “Let’s go get sushi... and not pay!”
“Did you eat a lot of acid Miller,like in the hippy days” “No commi’s in my car, no Christians Either!” Emilio Estivez, Harry Dean Stanton both G.O.A.T.E.D. You got this crazy cult acid western, punk rock ass energy and tone. But then you have these gorgeous compositions…
While he’s always been sharp with words, what I’ve always been struck is the inventiveness, the honesty and in the words of John Cuasak in Being John Malkovich “ the physiological questions” With this he pens his most poetic(I mean literal poetry excerpts) and abstract script yet. Other carry overs are musings and pontificating on identity, the artistic process, history, criticism, connection, mortality. A number of references and pieces of media reincorporated that mirror the characters and sequence of events(…