Synopsis
Follows the journey of a 90-year-old atheist and the quirky characters that inhabit his off-the-map desert town. He finds himself at the precipice of life, thrust into a journey of self-exploration.
2017 Directed by John Carroll Lynch
Follows the journey of a 90-year-old atheist and the quirky characters that inhabit his off-the-map desert town. He finds himself at the precipice of life, thrust into a journey of self-exploration.
Danielle Renfrew Behrens Adam Hendricks Logan Sparks Ira Steven Behr Richard Kahan Drago Sumonja John H. Lang Greg Gilreath John Boccardo Robert A. Compton Jeff Rodman Matthew Soraci Joshua A.H. Harris
Щастливец, 럭키, لاكي, Лъки, 老幸运, Счастливчик, לאקי, Szczęściarz, 福伯的不老傳說, ラッキー
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.
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.
The thought of David Lynch owning a tortoise named President Roosevelt who runs away brings me so much joy.
This whole movie is a joy.
64
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.
david lynch does a monologue about how much he loves and respects his tortoise and i’m weeping!
Is realism a thing?
Have you ever started a movie you know nothing about and before it’s over you’ve already ordered the blu-ray? Yeah, me too.
What an outstanding character study by one of the greatest character actors of all-time. Lucky serves as a celebration and swan-song of the legendary Harry Dean Stanton. If only we could all be so Lucky.
BONUS POINTS to David Lynch and his Roosevelt. Although, it’s scientifically impossible to steal a movie from Harry Dean Stanton, Lynch gives it one hell of a try.
If it’s meant to be, I’ll see him again.
He knows where I am, and I’m leaving the gate open.
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 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.
65/100
A.V. Club review. Not since Altman kicked right after Prairie Home Companion have we seen such a perfect cinematic epitaph.