Praise to Letterboxd for streamlining my OCD tendencies. Viewings from 2018 and onward.
There's something kind of zen in both the picture and in Bronson's performance. It's atmospheric, beautifully designed (the primitive religious art in his apartment was out of this world) and more restrained than other 1960s/70s era Great Depression depictions. I don't think it'll be 5 stars for everyone, but it absolutely satisfied my particular tastes. I love you, Walter Hill.
Maybe my favorite non-Christmas Christmas movie?
Metropolitan is a cozy blanket of a film, reflecting a very specific time and place in such a wonderful way.
Whit Stillman post film q&a at the Olympia Film Festival -- the moderator wore a tux and poured Whit's water into a martini glass. I died a little.