Daydreaming @ night about his 15-year streak of total cinematic excellence...

Had tears streaming down my face randomly during the last 45 minutes, and I was wondering why. It later dawned on me that it was probably the ease and beauty with which something so niche and nerdy (not to mention mostly by-rote historically accurate) was rendered universal/dreamlike/childlike - Loved this shit

Yes plz A+

Now I can't stop thinking about this thing. I was doubtful b4 but I'm so very totes certain and shit now: this is my no. 1, w a bullet, baby! I think I finally know what "pure cinema" means.

all the rumors you've heard are true - see this shit in 70mm

It's like, well basically -- if you don't love this movie, you're not a human.

SMOOTH - ULTRAVIOLENT - ZEN

I guess so... :/

So funny, so sad, so Satyajit. Just kidding - this is the first movie of his that I've seen. May I somehow come across ways of watching some of his others. I really hope this works out for me :p But yeah - what an incredible thing this movie is!

An art film that actually resonates in the soul -- the only movie about loss and the American nuclear family that shoehorns in emoting dinosaurs (and moonbound frogs) with the greatest of ease and relevance -- cerebral if you know with your heart and love with your mind -- A+, new but familiar cinematic territory. Golly

"I'm strong. 93 years old. I must be made of -- I'm so strong I could *kill* somebody! And I'm still here, because I said I wanna be here. *That's* why! I don't give up. I don't wanna croak!"

Warm. Disturbing. ...disturbingly warm.

Death sucks, and then you die. Death's awesome, and then you die.

Even better than I daydreamed of it being, and almost intolerably so. Sidney P, Johnny Cass, Ruby Dee and Jack "Grampa Healy" Warden all eating the damn screen alongside city grit. Taken into refined nerdlinger consideration along w "Crime in the Streets", I'm going to assume that any 50s movie w Cassavetes acting is utterly perfect and mythic. It would, um, vouch well for this myth I subscribe 2. o_0

Not TOTALLY sure, but I don't think Eva Marie Saint is in this movie. Of course, I could be wrong...

"Teenage Lobotomy" and a white mouse doing its thang -- cinematic PBJ, essentially.

So campy and stagy, as only a Bogosian thing could be, but great ensemble work. Must get a heap of credit for having a substantial part for Nicky Katt, who is one of the finest character actors of our time. :) A movie made in the 90s critiquing the 90s is so meta-cheesy 90s as to be untoppably TRIPLE-DOUBLE-90s, if such a thing is possible. Great rock tunes - a sleeper hit. Don't believe anyone telling you otherwise.

"I don't wanna be called Spermball no more, my name is Milton" is the new "I don't wanna be called Goon no more, my name is Rocky."

Makes spying seem natural and feminine.

The only movie about a man you'll ever need to see. Besides maybe "What About Bob?"

I feel like there isn't a second wasted in this movie. Billy Wilder was a genius at economizing many aspects of his films, and making them look just so damn good. This movie is great at making you feel like you are really with the guy every step of the way.

I want Iris so bad

Every Lynch fan I know loves to shit on this movie, but I can't see a single thing wrong with it.

Two words: Tim Robbins

For me, Natalie Wood has never looked worse, but this movie, despite being a lot of things to me, has honestly the coolest opening sequence in the history of ever

I don't even think it's possible to imagine an indie film community w/o Wes Anderson or the Wilsons, etc. right on down the line.. But I can remember the initial shock of seeing this on VHS, and let me just say that for me the jokes never get old, the guys are cute, and the pace of this movie is just stupendous

Only a true gangsta thinks to pick up some burgers

If it had been only the exterior apartment scene, this movie would be the ultimate in film art capability. More choreography than a billion Beyonce videos. Visual and aural splendiference. A crushing blow that this isn't where "Wizard of Oz" is. A true Holiday classic

Every night I cry into my Flakey Foont pillowcase that I haven't yet found my Aline Crumb lol

My easy choice for ultimate 'sese, since I pretty much am Rupert Pupkin. And so aren't you