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.

It's a gem. Never get out from the mind, ever.

La vida y la muerte, en su máximo esplendor, coexistiendo al mismo tiempo en el personaje. Harry Dean Stanton y David Lynch en una escena

It's all going to go away... into blackness, the void. And nobody's in charge, and you're left with ungatz [nothing].
And what do you do with that?
You smile.

A moving performance from Harry Dean Stanton's swan song. It's a deep and poetic contemplation on mortality.

I get what they were going for here, with the quirky characters and "meaning of life" existentialist soul-searching. I wanted to like it, I really did. I just couldn't quite get there.

67/100

A gentle and heartfelt portrait of a man grappling with his own mortality.

Far from perfect (~70% of the writing is pretty basic, the worst of it found in a scene where Lucky actually has to look up and read aloud the definition of "realism," something someone with his apparent mental acuity would never actually have to do), though it still serves as a genuinely touching tribute to one of the most respected and interesting actors to ever grace Hollywood (in Stanton).

وجود اون شخصیته ک لاک پشت دوست‌داره عالیه
با اون‌جایی ک اون دختره ک بودایی هست رو می‌گه
و لاک پشته در صحنه‌ی آخر

That turtle-loving person  is great.
Also I interested in scene that He speak about the Buddhist girl.
And at the end  of the film, when turtle 🐢 coming.

Lucky is all about a man’s desire to make peace with his mortality. Its consistent allusions to and around the subject are more profound and intense than you could ever imagine. Harry Dean Stanton’s final film performance brings us a delightfully fitting farewell in a rare leading performance directed by John Carroll Lynch. A simplistic premise, a loose and free flowing story line to follow suit, Lucky is more of an examination of what makes life so interesting rather than something that looks to bring closure to its unique characters. 

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