"Oooh! Navy SEALs!"
I might like movies too much.
The plot is ludicrously convoluted and the husband character suuucks...
But Alan Arkin... and that final act... Scary as hell.
"You got, you know, you got -- what'd I learn? Hm? As a kid, on Western? Don't sell a guy one car. You sell him five cars over fifteen years."
"Is that right?"
"Goddamn right that's right. Now, guys come on: oh, the blah-blah-blah, I know what I'll do. I'll go in, rob everybody blind, and I'll go to Argentina, 'cause nobody ever thought of this before..."
Neoliberalism stripped bare. Devastatingly bleak, appallingly funny, brilliantly acted (Lemmon takes the top prize, truly legendary). Beware: you will find yourself quoting it for the rest of your life.
How powerful is The Dark Horse? Well, by the half-way mark I'd already lost count of how many times I'd taken my glasses off due to crying...
Cliff Curtis gives perhaps the finest movie-performance ever filmed in this country: amazing.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Laura needs to check on her hidden diary. Somebody's been stealing her secrets. She lets herself in, finds nobody else home, and tiptoes up the stairs. The ceiling fan pulses overhead. She finds the door to her room ajar.
She pushes it open, slowly, and sees Bob crouched there within. Bob, the greasy creep who sneaks in through her window at night, the one who's "been having me since I was twelve."
She screams at him; he screams back at…