Never saw a better grief yoga hangout movie. Or a more sublime musical montage (Delerue, natch). Could've lived without actual healing magic, though.
1. My grandfather had a huge pulp novel library (mostly spy, war & police stuff), and the one title that always stood out to me as a kid was Tough Guys Don't Dance (a perfect trochee in German: Harte Männer tanzen nicht). It sounded simultaneously ridiculous and cool, like a whole macho philosophy of life condensed into a punchline to a dumb joke. After reading The Naked and the Dead in high school and being duly impressed by it,…