planned to watch my fav Lynch, Wild at Heart tonight. opened up a streaming service and first thing I see is Blue Velvet. how could I not? popped it on for just a taste, but how could I stop? an inimitable static charge daring you to touch it and recoil. a small but piercing white hot wire you can’t stop staring into.
RIP legend.
a spellbinder unlike any other.
cinema’s greatest impressionist.
we’ll miss you, David.
Endlessly, heartbreakingly beautiful. Hilarious and profound. Nothing ever makes me cry. Perhaps that’s a me problem. The ending of City Lights makes me tear up every single time.
My heart sings along with Chaplin. Coming up on 90 years of age this lovely film still delivers true on its title. Despite emerging as a legend of the medium so early in its history, a more effective humanist has never existed in cinema.
Boy oh boy did this revisit speak so purely to the specific situation I’m at in my life right now, to be honest, but hard times are ever present and affect us all. Regardless of any…
