I kissed a grit and I liked it.
Feels like a spiritual successor to THE LAST PICTURE SHOW (with a poster that looks a lot like TEXASVILLE’s). Alice isn’t here, she isn’t there, but she finds herself somewhere on the road, and the movie finds itself somewhere between Alice’s first performance in the bar and Flo’s first performative flirtation in the restaurant.
Next time you’re in Mel’s Diner, order the slice of life.
The harder to follow the plot, the harder Humphrey Bogart acts. It’s the original WHAT WOMEN WANT.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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