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.

65/100

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

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.

i'm not crying i just have i see a darkness in my eyes

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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I suspect it won't be the most popular opinion, but I thought this was a pointless big nothing tremendously benefited by Harry Dean Stanton's presence. There are a couple of worthy moments thanks to Stanton, but that's it. Most of the time this was just the easiest and laziest of the takes about being old.

Despite two incredibly drunk and disruptive individuals sitting three seats to my right, I really dug Lucky. This is everything you could want from Harry Dean, plus you got David Lynch with a pet turtle. There's some beautiful scenes and a fantastic 4th wall break during the films last moments.

a small, quirky gem and beautiful cinematic farewell to the late great Harry Dean Stanton. An all friends and all star cast populates the quiet little desert town setting like a fine stage

wtf! why did I love this so much?! 

Managed to make a 90 year old white man oddly relatable. 
 
David Lynch was great. His line about how a turtle (tortoise lol) carries its coffin on its back was unexpectedly jarring to me and I haven't stopped thinking about it.

Harry Dean Stanton is dead. 

So yeah, he's great. I mean, he actually is great in this. And I like the atmosphere, too. Its good. Good movie. Mostly. Don't see it, though, unless you're like "ahh fuck, he's dead, I gotta see it". Then see it. 

Anyway.

Best okay movie I've seen this year. The last shot is weirdly one of the most profound things I've seen in a hot minute.

Realism is a THING.

As intenções de John Carrol Lynch são honestas ao permear seu filme com uma noção de morte iminente e o seu impacto sobre alguém no limiar da vida, mas também não esconde seu apreço por alguns tiques do cinema independente (notadamente a trilha sonora onipresente e certo didatismo). Quando tenta emular o David Lynch, se sai mais desconexo do que útil ao que se filma, ainda mais se considerarmos que as intenções são calcadas no realismo. Para o bem do filme, há Harry Dean Stanton.

A wonderful and life-affirming meditation on mortality and human (and animal) relationships. The perfect capstone to Stanton’s career. David Lynch and President Roosevelt are excellent.