A transcendentalist parable. The Outsiders by way of German Expressionism. Art house for jocks. Matt Dillon is a smoke-show, Mickey Rourke is barely audible. Perfection.
So special. Nothing else like it. Matt Dillon so dumb and beautiful, Mickey Rourke is like Hamlet. Soundtrack bizarre & Inspired.
like an american art film / anime about knife fights and motorcycles
So pure in its intention and execution it feels holy
3/3 ★★★
Early Mickey Rourke (Body Heat, Diner, Rumble Fish, this) is undefeated. You can’t understand his dialogue but you’re not any worse off for it. Eric Roberts (Julia’s bro) steals the show.
Hard not to look like an asshole when you whip this out in public. But who cares! It’s a classic for a reason. Whitman’s prose flows gentle, like floating beachgrass on bright ocean waves. Or whatever.
Arguably the most consistent way to hang out with friends at least once a week. So many venues have them. Activity! Camaraderie! And you usually learn something.
Thursday is the best night for this, I think. Gives you something to look forward to other than the weekend.
