Lucky is a film we're lucky to have. Harry Dean Stanton gives his final lead performances like he's providing the world with his personal philosophical statement, culminating a long career's worth of pathos.

John Caroll Lynch assists Stanton well with a strong photographic film, putting Stanton in colorful and diverse frames signifying the impact that Lucky has on the lives of those around him. He's the guy you tell stories to, and about. He's everyone, but incredibly specific. He's grumpy but kind. He's no cliche yet the entire world.

I'm going to miss him.

This is a good biopic about Reinaldo Arenas--the famed gay Cuban poet of the 20th century. Javier Bardem is so committed as the poet himself, showcasing a complicated character with ease, immersing himself into this person well enough to mostly forget Javier Bardem is the actor. Bardem is not a hard-to-identify actor, either.

The film is fractured, and often times appropriately poetic. At its weakest, it distracts, mostly thanks to cameo's by famous actors. I would say the dual roles by Johnny Depp, which are weird, work demonstrably better than Sean Penn's.

It's a film worth seeing for sure.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.