Curiously, this film pairs quite well with marijuana.
I will be forever indebted to the person who can find me a studio recording of the music that brings Hard Eight's opening diner scene to its conclusion. For me, that swelling conclusion is one of the most transcendent moments in all of cinema, and for purely subjective reasons. It has a powerful air of '90s-ness that always manages to overwhelm my particular sense of nostalgia. Something about the insistent piano, the trilling, vaguely synthetic-sounding clarinet (or oboe?), the rousing…