GIVE HARRY DEAN STANTON HIS FUCKING OSCAR.

“Lucky” was never the first word that came to mind when you saw Harry Dean Stanton. On the contrary, it always seemed like he had survived something terrible. Even in the movies he shot during the ’60s and ’70s, it already looked like 90 years of life had swept through him like a windstorm, leaving just enough skin on his bones to keep the cigarette smoke from blowing out through his teeth. Stanton wasn’t cast as lucky men, but as men who appeared to have been sucked dry at some point along the way. He was typecast that way from birth, a living synonym for emptiness, and his hollowed out performance in “Paris, Texas” would eventually seal the deal.

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The most fitting final film in the history of the movies. A work of failing bodies and the minds which wrestle with timid physicality.

just sobbing... love you
longtime, Mr. Stanton;
rest peacefully, good sir.

65/100

A.V. Club review. Not since Altman kicked right after Prairie Home Companion have we seen such a perfect cinematic epitaph.

A wise and wistful love letter from one remarkable character actor to another, John Carroll Lynch’s “Lucky” returns 90-year-old Harry Dean Stanton to the dusty desert environs he shuffled through in 1984’s “Paris, Texas,” and offers the rawboned legend one of the best roles he’s had since. Beginning as a broad comedy before blossoming into a wry meditation on death and all the things we leave behind (a transition that kicks into gear when one of Stanton’s old friends shows up and steals the show), Lynch’s directorial debut is a wisp of a movie, blowing across the screen like a tumbleweed, but it’s also the rare portrait of mortality that’s both fun and full of life.

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GIVE HARRY DEAN STANTON HIS FUCKING OSCAR ALREADY

and while we’re at it: john carrol lynch, david lynch, and the writers.

i’ve been dealing with my own existential and nihilistic thoughts for the past couple weeks, trying to figure out death, but lucky has it right. you just have to smile.

David Lynch tortoise monologue.

Give us the spin-off film about David Lynch and his pet tortoise that we all need.

A compelling central performance from Harry Dean Stanton, but the film remains a little too plotless for my liking. There's also a few repetitive camera choices and scene structuring in the film's last half hour.

The film was a few profound statements to leave us with and David Lynch's obsession with a tortoise. I can think of worse ways to see off the actor from Paris, Texas.

Lucky es una árida reflexión sobre la vejez, el paso del tiempo y las cosas por las cuales no vale la pena clavarse. No es complaciente ni cursi, pero tampoco busca la provocación o la manipulación de emociones, tan sólo una buena narración con entrañables personajes.

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uma premissa tão cheia de oportunidades, oportunidades que de certa forma se resumem a comodidade e familiaridade. a maior virtude desse filme são os atores, ou melhor dizendo (harry dean stanton). david lunch faz uma aparição digna de um grande amigo. certas ocasiões são tão bonitas que mesmo com a direção um pouco falha, nos deixa um ar de pura emoção. um filme pequeno, com algumas falhas, mas com virtudes também.

Rewatched this last night, at one of my favorite parts my stepbrother threw up on the bathroom curtain so I missed it because I had to throw them away.

For when you're in the mood for a casual Buddhist contemporary south western.