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!
I always get a boner for stories about people and their relationships with home. It was new to contemplate someone getting displaced while staying in the same place.
Also the only thing that made watching a Casey Affleck movie tolerable was that he was under a sheet most of the time.