Holy shit. How have I missed out on this?
Scorsese’s After Hours hinges on the very idea of filmmaking. It doesn’t give the slightest crap about teaching the audience a lesson or sending them off with some arbitrary moral plight — it just is. Paraphrasing Scorsese’s own words; the film is an exercise in style. A series of coincidences that all happen upon a single man in one night. These coincidences - in almost perfect synchronicity - are what drive…