"She was wearing a white dress. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They... cannot... touch... her."
A motion picture where dreams of neon and rain and clouds of steam seemingly make up the negative.
Some random thoughts after the annual re-watch:
- Not even a question in my mind that this is De Niro at his peak. It's all in the eyes. Haunted. Watchful. Gleaming.
- "Late for the Sky" sequence still *shatters* my senses and my heart. Shoes without a owner, but a presence nonetheless, ignored in spite of their obvious existence in the physical space around the dancers.
- Who am I kidding this is my favorite movie (sorry…