Greatest late-90's crime sequence to unfold in a shopping complex, beating out the iconic 1998 apprehension of Monica Lewinsky that occurred in the Pentagon City Mall.
A brilliant send up of a state of mind I haven't thought about in awhile: the first few days of school, or work, or other mandatory, ongoing "phases" of life, when you're still stimulated by the promise of "newness". Your excitement has an interesting effect: you're both completely present and scrupulously attentive to new details and inputs; but that presence is a function of you projecting into the future--"ah, here is my love interest, here is my position, here is…
Shit I do like: ripping up a house from the inside, throwing shards of wood into the fireplace
Shit I don’t like: a misdirected Monica Vitti writhing around, rudderless & crazy. The bit where she’s approaching Corrado’s hotel room and literally is leaning against the wall?? No mental breakdown looks like that