This made us feel like we were missing something. I kept looking for my dad on the Great Lawn. I thought—he must be here, wearing sunglasses, reading a 600-page book, eating a sandwich.
It was beautiful to be let in on a moment. Wiseman gives us so much time. These aren’t brief interludes. We get to hold on for hours, and while we’re observing, we’re also memorizing—holding onto segments that don’t belong to us. I think that’s what’s so beautiful:…
you can be sorry that somebody left you, and you can miss and miss and miss. missing is funny that way. i’m not sure i understood what Gallo meant the first time i saw this. maybe i am grateful for that now. Gallo’s fantasy of Chloe is of her body. her black bra and stomach, untucked. the sole of her foot. her palm on his jeans. touches that are rhythmic. he’d wait and wait for her in the hotel .…
He thinks he’s ugly, and she thinks he’s beautiful. And isn’t that what it’s all about? What a beautiful thing—to walk into a convenience store at 2 in the morning, see a heart-shaped cookie and think of somebody else. Even that dingy motel is suddenly sweet. She hangs her dress up on that bent hanger, and he takes his red boots off, and they aren’t even under the covers. And that is why this is my favorite movie.
