One of the genuine movie miracles. Life affirming and perfect.
Maybe it's best virtue that too rarely gets mentioned is how seasonally effective it is. Could not have more utility as a fairy tale to be revisited when the crushing monotony of Another American Winter leaves your soul in need of a gentle, hopeful rescue.
That might be a little heady for most but I mean every word. Wake up. Go to work. Learn shit. Treat people right. Do good. Keep going.
Doesn't get any better than this one, folks. Drink up.
LET THEM EAT MULTU PANUCAKU
Second year in a row where my favorite film is likely to be the one that had me in unending gleeful stitches while the rest of the room alternately clammed up or dutifully golf-clapped through their bewilderment or ambivalence.
Absolutely bowled over by the intoxicating cocktail of shagginess and diamond-dense plot, which reminded me of PRIMER in the way it flirted with my interest just enough to draw me further into the mood, which is,…
GAFFE SQUAD: At the Canadian Embassy, there is an insert shot of a needle dropping on the *middle* of a record, and then Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks" plays over the scene. In fact, that song is the last song on the record, so the needle should have been dropped further toward the center of the record. GOTCHA AFFLECK!!!
Laid back 90's Miramax anything-goes-ness. Written by Paul Auster. Tom Waits songs. Keitel. William Hurt whisper-talking. Stockard Channing in an eye patch. Smoking, talking. Dog Day, Spike Lee, This. New York on film beats the ever-living shit out of actually being in New York. One of my favorite endings of any film.