It's an L.A. crime film day today, apparently (also watched Heat). Friedkin went so hard with this one and it fuckin rules. I love the 80's L.A. cocaine energy of it all. People getting blasted in the face to a Wang Chung soundtrack is insane. A really fun, propulsive, pulpy, sexy, sleazy good time.
Watched on Amazon Prime.
Listen, I realize how much of a movie poser it makes me that I'm 38 years old and have never seen Heat before. I'm ashamed, but I'll own it. I guess I better cancel my Criterion Channel subscription and delete Letterboxd from my phone. At its core, Heat is really a film about masculinity and the inherent male instinct to excel at a job, at the risk of sacrificing one's personal life. Having just read Pacino's books I think there's…
"What does the word 'home' mean to you?"
Most of us never have to consider that question. For many people, "home" simply means the place they grew up, or wherever they've chosen to establish roots. For Amin, it's a much more complicated question. Flee feels like a series of therapy sessions for Amin, a man with a lot to get off his chest. The director serves as a stand in therapist and Amin is even laying down for a lot…
What if there was a church. Bunch of wild shit goes down in a church and there's a cool ass Philip Glass score (by "score" I mean one or two songs). I'm tired.
Watched at the Colonial theater, Phoenixville.
