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.

I don't have any idea what Harry Dean Stanton was singing on that fiesta. But it made my cry.

Some might say, that Stanton could or would consider himself lucky to leave this world with such a wise, relaxed, laconic & melancholic movie. Or we can consider ourselves lucky that he did.

Lucky would answer them: this doesn't change anything for him in this scenario. He's still dead.

And if this doesn't say enough about this wonderful little film: David Lynch is talking about the inspiring power of a tortoise.

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.

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

Ein tief bewegender, ganz wunderbarer Film über das Sterben – und über das Leben. Dazu eine absolut großartige Hommage an Harry Dean Stanton.

Bitte beachten: Ich bewerte die Filme (5-Sterne-Skala) immer innerhalb ihres Genres, soweit sie sich einordnen lassen.

Please note: I always rate the films (five-star scale) within their genre, as far as they can be classified.

"It's beautiful. "Alone" comes from two words, all-one. It's in the dictionary."

The movie was indeed beautiful. And a nice reminder that we are usually not alone, and even so it means we don't have to be lonely. And it's you that is crying, not me btw.

Perfectly quirky.

I could listen to David Lynch talking about turtles for the rest of my life.

This is the meditation on aging and death Clint Eastwood wished The Mule had been. (with bonus David Lynch!)

Harry. Dean. Stanton.

Porra, Harry Dean Stanton...

Inspired example of character craft elevating every aspect of a film.