Since I saw this in December 2019, recency bias was my excuse for leaving it off my Best of the 2010s list (chadcomello.com/favorite-films-of-the-2010s).
I was very, very wrong.
I was *big* into this movie as a lad. Rewatching it as a thirtysomething dad yielded the following stray observations:
- Overall reaction: 50% "yikes", 50% "Murica!"
- Forgot John Williams scored this, and it's sneaky-good.
- Certain moments related to parent/child relationships that kinda breezed past me as a lad totally annihilated me this time now that I'm a dad. Specifically "Papa, don't go" and "We named him Gabriel". Didn't help that my kid was in the room with…
I'm glad I rode my bike to the theater to see this because the ride home would've been a lot wilder had I driven.
This felt like several kinds of films blended together, like songs on a mixtape. I liked most of the songs (including the actual ones—move over,
soundtrack to Guardians of the Galaxy!), but I'm not yet sure about the album as a whole, if you know what I mean.