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After seeing this for the first time earlier this year, I was curious as to why Ray Bradbury and Stuart Gordon would be attached to this story about Latino men sharing a single suit on a magical night. Turns out there's good answers to those questions. Some of which I was able to cover in the below piece for Screen Slate (thanks Cristina and Jon and Cosmo!)
Not mentioned in the above though: Bradbury grew up in poverty, often…
I had seen clips from this in mixes, but had been a bit afraid to watch the whole thing for fear that it would be either boring or even worse, really insulting exploitative of the actor with no legs. Other than the re-title from "The Gun Fighter" (that space between the words makes the imagination sing!), this isn't really very nasty at all, though. In fact, the titular Mr. No Legs is just a mob heavy and people rarely ever…
Fiddling with the aerial doesn't always make the signal more clear. The cat is both dead and not dead (Clive understands the dead cat, but not the math). The man in the prologue is or isn't a dybbuk. The bookends suggest an unbroken cycle that may or may not relate to what characters have and haven't done. "Accept the mystery."
Rabbi Nachtner: "We can't know everything."
Larry Gopnik: "It sounds like you don't know anything! Why even tell me this…
"There's no tomorrow... Know why, baby? 'Cause it'll never get here." _ Jacques Renault, blank as a fart
"Good morning, America" - Carl, after 9 a.m.
Edges out The Sopranos hard cut to black scored with "Don't Stop Believin'" in the category of greatest way (/metastatement) to end a TV series. Opening on a television showing static (that is subsequently smashed), it's hard not to read some aspects as Lynch venting frustrations. Characters literally vanish. Cooper is anxious to see…