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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MKE Film Fest #2

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.

a paradise of character actors + david lynch

A fitting coda for HDS. We should all be so lucky.

Harry Dean Santon caminando es cine puro, más allá de su clasica caminata en la into de Paris/Texas, Lucky crea un espejo/homenaje/confesión sobre la cercania de un humano a su fin, en donde el rostro abulico de su protagonista sirve de lienzo para transmitir todo: miedo a la muerte, agradecimiento por la vida, confusión, ira, hasta arte en forma de ranchera.
Llena de escenas y parlamentos notables, con hasta un guiño (espero intencional) a Audition de Takashi Mike.
Bien Lynch (David) en su papel de compa de tragos y tortugas.
A repetirse Paris Texas, Repo Man, Alien y Last Temptation of the Christ (aunque sea por LA escena).

En verdad no sabia que este había sido el último trabajo de Stanton antes de fallecer, y; el simple hecho de que en la película se trate de una forma tan elocuente el tema de la muerte y la soledad, aceptando que, aunque es atemorizante, todos llegaremos inevitablemente a ese punto y lo único que podemos hacer es sonreír y agradecer por lo vivido le da más poder a esta pequeña pero trascendental película.

Una mirada a la vida de un hombre que comienza a darse cuenta de que se esta confrontando con su mortalidad y que el final de su vida esta cerca.
Lucky es sobre todos los miedos existenciales que los seres humanos afrontamos como entender que nuestra realidad es algo que no podemos compartir con otros, la perdida de seres queridos (así sea una tortuga con nombre de presidente de USA), entender que somos una minúscula parte del universo y hacer las paces con el vació y la inexistencia.
Harry Dean Stanton esta increíble y es más que apropiado que esta maravillosa reflexión sobre la existencia fuera su ultimo rol, también es apropiado que dos de sus amigos cinematográficos (Tom Skerritt y David Lynch) estén acompañándolo.

Descanse en paz Harry Dean Stanton y que bella película.

Vc olha pro espelho e... UNGATZ!

Harry Dean Stanton's last film. It was an interesting little independent film. A drama surrounding the main protagonist and his acceptance of his mortality.

Lucky (2017)

7/10

I mean, one can't feeling certain adoration for Stanton's character (he's basically playing himself), and his performance is quite stellar, but the film itself is lacking in terms of script, because it makes a lot of promises that it doesn't fulfill in any way, or it does in the most predictable or least exciting ways, but that I think is the intention of the film in the end, or at the bottom of it all. It's all agreeable, and it feels nice, but I won't be remembering this film in a few days.

adios