"We're in love, we're spanning time. Don't touch me."

One of the most brutally pathetic and lonely characters from New Hollywood (with a generational history of losing and abuse) is genuinely listened to and seen and given the opportunity for a future not of alienation and violence but of romance and grace. And unlike the many characters of his ilk from that era, despite all of his conditions pointing in the other direction, he actually takes it. One of the most staggeringly generous and beautiful movies I've ever seen. Going to be thinking about those two musical fantasy moments for a while.