The pièce de résistance was emerging from the theater lobby onto Beverly Boulevard late that December eve into a cloud of rare Los Angeles fog.
(Today’s drive to work was like the dust storm scene in Mad Max: Fury Road, except smoke. Hence I realized I hadn’t logged this watch.)
I recently left academia for the corporate world, I look best in black, and I’m more machine than man. So being pro-Empire now, I resented the ending. My son loved it, so I chopped off his hand and reminded him where power truly lies.
After Nic Cage goes all Zen-Buddhist listening to "Low Rider," then opens his eyes and says, "Let's ride," I told my wife to bury me with the blu-ray of this movie.
Are you familiar or in love with the following:
Fellini/Mastroianni collaborations
Mastroianni's repartee with Anouk Aimée
Jean-Paul Belmondo
Catherine Deneuve
Robert De Niro (w/ ponytail)
Alain Delon
the Lumière brothers
the Cannes Film Festival
Luis Buñuel
Gerard Depardieu's death scenes
Welles & Touch of Evil
Jeanne Moreau
Jean Renoir
Erich von Stroheim (in The Grand Illusion & Sunset Boulevard)
Agnès Varda (esp. Cleo, Le Bonheur, & Vagabond)
Jacques Demy (esp. Young Girls)
Nosferatu
and/or cinema?
Then this is for you. Viewing this was…
