“it don’t make no difference how much, julie, the other side will always pay more”
in sartorially-minded circles, this film is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones, as if “armani” is equivalent to “amen.” now that i’ve finally seen it… i get it. this is, basically, a film about how Greed necessitates The Mask, so the way in which julian’s outfits correspond to his degree of spiritual erosion at different points in the narrative… i mean… that IS the narrative. …
“you’re a cheap… lousy… DIRTY… stinking… MUG!!! and i’m GLAD what i done to you…. i’m GLAD what i DONE!”
brando really did have the juice and then some like… the final ten minutes?! that’s cinema babe
delon sheepskin coat
delon high waisted pants
delon gold chain with crucifix
delon oversized windbreaker
delon slim cut denim
delon blue eyes so brilliant they’re a plot point in this black and white film
to the haters saying his english isn’t good enough…. get a job! stay away from him!
still hard for me to comprehend how it was legal for delon to look like that
