first time i watched this was alone at film forum like 8 years ago when i used to work at metrograph. i had always experienced the world through a similar lens of sepia-chromed loneliness — quiet, aside from the audible static of grain and dust on 35mm.
i didn't remember the nick cave concert, which was a little easter egg in this re-watching now that i am older and have experienced such sensory intensity
and although today, i noticed discrepancies…
love a good makeover scene, esp that of a drug addict's metamorphosis into a seemingly normal seemingly average civilian
cooper hoffman is a spitting image of his father and is going to be a STAR
i started crying within the first minute when she gets home and her mom is basically like "where have you been, vagrant?" and she's like "oh sorry" then just helps herself to a heap of steaming rice and this beef steak i used to have as a kid. i could smell the soy sauce evaporate into the walls. and so i cried bc for some reason i've never seen any resemblance of my own childhood home life on the big…
