My God, Gena. How do I - how do any of us - do this without you now? I despair at existing in a world where you do not.
Cassavetes' magnum opus of the '70s. His most ambitious, audacious, poetic work only surpassed, at the very end, by Love Streams. I was so struck this time by the realization he hammered into my heart that we must all murder our child selves. We cannot simply send them away, bid adieu,…