I end every review with “And that’s a box”
“And we’re going to make film history. Right here on videotape.”
Fantastic stuff. I feel as if Anderson uses the changes going on in the porn industry from the 70s to the 80s as a direct comparison to the changes going on in the movie business at the time.
Can’t remember a movie where I cared so much about the cast of characters and their well-being. Reynolds is so sharp, riding that fine line between controlling director and caring father…
Feeling so sad lately. I find solace in the absolute banger of a film.
Probably PTAs best work. Haven’t seen it in years and it still sticks with you. Something about the way everything plays out is just so beautiful, so true to the human experience, that you can’t help but to cry a little.
What does it mean to be a person? Faults and all.
Isn’t that enough?
“You seem so familiar to me.”
And that’s a box