number one Jonny Greenwood stan
generally try to avoid having/sharing Theatre Opinions but after previously self-identifying as a Chekhov Girl on here I would also like to make it clear that there is NOTHING like a Tennessee Williams monologue, whether it's reveling in a knowing camp absurdity or poignantly finding its way to a plain truth. perhaps no better metaphor for this one than the carnivorous plant kept under glass that demands a particular kind of fly, unless it's the way Katharine Hepburn talks about the soft undersides of sea turtles. (her elevator!)
weirdly made me want a Hepburn/Taylor Glass Menagerie adaptation? (Clift is the Gentleman Caller)
okay wow I LOVED this on a rewatch idk what was wrong with me the last time??? meet-cute of two practiced scammers posing as minor European nobility while trying to steal from each other an absolutely top-tier premise: "my little shoplifter!" I am obsessed with the staircase at Mme Colet's house. Lubitsch = king.
I had no idea how weird and dark and experimental this would be and I loved it! a good unintentional "sex work in 70s NYC" double feature with Klute.
genuinely can't get over the avant-garde montage technique Schlesinger uses for the dream sequences and flashbacks and that funny montage of Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight in Florida. also Jon Voight? being good at acting? and not just fucking crazy? (congraturitos on receiving the National Arts Medal the other day and…
further evidence for the “LA is shitty heaven, NYC is fun hell” thesis (the way Paul’s delivered to his office just as the building doors open like the gates of hell!)
at this point I’d KILL for a night out as terrible as this. (Catherine O’Hara obviously my new fashion inspiration.) when we’re allowed to have places again I think there should be a club where Martin Scorsese’s up in the catwalks running the lighting.