I could never take the place of your man.
for Hyperallergic, a full-throated defense of the age-gap relationships, romantic and otherwise, across Paul Thomas Anderson's filmography; a consideration of the extremely unlikely and granular wikipedia wormholes he's likely to fall into; and the exuberant and unsustainable entrepreneurial spirit animating it all. Gorgeous movie:
Gambling as the Western myth of America as the open road and the promise of reinvention—just drive and drive until you’re someone new—vs gambling as the latter-day Western reality of tribal gaming licenses:
“Washa Casino, what kinda name is that?”
“Then where’s all the Indian shit?”
Where indeed? America’s got debts no honest man can pay. Paul Schrader’s guilt-ridden men in rooms—Vietnam veteran Travis Bickle; semi-reformed druggie John LeTour; Toller; Tell—live monastic existences but keep diaries in which they…