Like Godzilla says to Mothra, man: let’s go eat some place.
Done with ratings save for 5/5’s which are usually wholly personal.
I thought this was going to be some Vladimir Nabokov kind of thing.
It might be oddly paced and uneven in places but in my eyes this is one of the great American films. Seriously electric shit. It’s all there. One of those movies that makes me want to say stupid things like “in the end America is just a bunch of guys standing around in a room staring at each other” and kinda mean it.
“Be careful my arm’s broken!” Worst taste masterpiece. Quentin’s best. Russell is godlike. Only ever passes the Bechdel test when they talk about movies.
Frankly terrified by the notion that I could still be horny after I’m dead.