Listen, hear me out…
“Don’t worry, I’ll make this catgut meow.”
Just some young guys listlessly hanging around being dorks. A realistic representation of youthful passions, obsessions, and affectations. Sentimental without being shmaltzy, funny without hitting you over the head with anything. They just don’t make movies like this anymore, and not just because you couldn’t have a character say “Ity” (a variation on a slur I don’t think I’d ever heard before!) this much nowadays.
I grew up in a rival college town…
“According to my birds the only bad air around here is you guys farting around!”
I was probably in high school the first time I saw this, but I already had a sense of it because of how deeply it had seeped into pop culture. Noticing all the feints toward horror and thriller territory it makes this time around, I couldn’t help but envy anyone who got to see it blissfully ignorant in a theater in ‘77.
Even knowing where…
Capping off my viewing of all of Paul Schrader's movies with this was honestly kind of a moving experience. This movie goes places, both in the story and emotionally, that I wasn't really expecting or prepared for. Every single person in the cast is perfect and perfectly cast.
Amanda Seyfried is shot so beautifully in this movie that it almost hurts.