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.

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

Mercifully short, the film shows ailing Harry Dean Stanton -already 90 when it was shot, I presume -in a technically poor job but with a sensitive story.
The result is intriguing and the scene where he sings is a saving grace.

- We love you and miss you Harry. What an incredible swan song.

Realism is a thing.

En väldigt bra, välspelad och vacker film. Lagom skruvad på sina ställen. Harry gör en riktigt bra insats i rollen som Lucky och backas upp av flera andra intressanta karaktärer, spelad på ett bra sätt av ett gäng begåvade skådespelare, inte minst Lynch. Det här är en film som jag lär återkomma till med jämna mellanrum, den håller definitivt för att ses om flera gånger.

Harry Dean Stanton was a veteran for the hard working actors that crowd Hollywood. His career has brmeen apart of iconic films that I still watch to this day. Not only is he important for upcoming actors, he’s important to my home state of Kentucky. Everyone knows who Harry Dean Stanton is where I’m from, and everyone was heart broken when we found out the news of his passing. 

This film is his “Hurt.” I feel as if it sums up his entire career. Not only is this one of my favorite performances by him, in my opinion, it is his best. 

I was moved by the moments of sorrow that Stanton brought to this character. The sweet nature of this man reflecting on his life mimics the inevitable life fact that we are all going to go some day. I appreciate the smaller moments of life in film, this movie perfectly encapsulates the fears of aging.

🙂

some time with Lucky and his friends...