Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Tumbleweed in the street, barfly banter in the bar, crosswords and apple pie at the diner. Lucky is 90 and in excellent health but, spoilers ahead, he knows he’s going to die soon: he is 90, after all. He made it through World War II without a scratch, but eternity is finally on his tail, and he’s afraid: what can a man do when his luck runs out?
Harry Dean Stanton was 90 when he played Lucky, dying soon after. No wonder Lucky’s enigmatic smile means so much: this great actor wasn’t just acting, he really was smiling death in the face.
Two films, comic and tragic, for the price of one, linked by Sorrentino himself as autobiographer. It has an unfinished, anticipatory feel about it: he hasn't finished making films yet.
His life is as compelling as his films, which is a big plus, but the star of the show is the mother of all the characters in it, Naples herself.
Not a ghost story, not a crime drama, this is a slow and mesmeric film which made me wish I had a bigger television. Ah, yes, I remember them now: a cinema, it would be at its best in an actual cinema, where its hypnotic pacing and outstanding cinematography would give of their best.
The story is a moving one, of the impossibility and necessity of love, and of love and innocence in the face of brutal reality, conflicts resolved…
The French seem to be a degenerate race who do little but drink, fornicate and denigrate Arabs. Children have become nothing more than an irritant and a source of sexual gratification. Suicide is the only viable option, really. Alternatively, perhaps they could make a film about it; at least the child gets paid for being an irritating sex object, and it’s good practice for something like Irreversible or Enter the Void.
France and Britain are similar in many ways; I guess if France was an island it would have given us a Brexit instead of this. Maybe it still could..