Some really, really great moments! The sleepy post coital storytelling of protagonist’s wife, the lady with the smallest smiles accompanying her sign language, the final moments of the film concluding in a crescendo of silence. All of these best moments felt the most human while the rest… artificial? The natural tone and pacing of the film was a poor match with some of the farfetched dialog that was meant to have emotional heft. At its worst, the script was constantly…
Watching Ethan Hawke stare into a glass of pepto bismol was a euphoric experience i wasn’t expecting to find in my lifetime. Ironic, cutting, and just utterly bleak. I know it’s probably redundant to compare this to Taxi Driver, but the parallels here work so well together, I couldnt help but feel a sense of closure for Toller as well as Bickle by the end. Is Schrader giving Travis Bickle a second chance, almost four decades later? Love love loved it!