Its normalcy is just an act. This is weirdness. But it only feels that way because it makes like its normal.
A friend said he appreciated that John Wayne was an absence at the center of this film. Which is really true.
I do wonder why Angie Dickinson is so attracted to him though. Also, a bit disconcerting to see a Howard Hawk´s heroine crying.
This is so relaxed at times it feels lethargic, but Hawk´s excels at his favorite thing, which is making people seem really cool (doesn´t work for Wayne, but since he is an absence we don´t really…
I feel the reviews here miss the point. This is an intentionally de-romanticized view of the sixties that was made during the time it is portraying. There is no nostalgia in this telling. The people are not pleasant. They are lost like many hippies were. So the movie is depressing and sad like life sometimes is for some people. You can be lost and never found again. You can lose yourself. The Pink Floyd score is great and the cinematography is by an all time cinematic genius: Nestor Almendros.
Almost nobody reads my lists or reviews. So why do I write them?
My guess (uncertain just like everything) is it's a process of self-definition (or self-creation?). By delineating what I like I say something about what I am.
I think in this sense, guilty pleasures are more revealing than great films we love. The flaws we overlook show us more nakedly. I have no shame when I say that Chungking Express and Together are two of my favorite movies…