Whether you were alive in '64 or not, this document offers a chance to evaluate what came before. Who set the bar? What made the girls scream? Where are we now compared to then? The film is a dated juggernaut. We are only young once and a few were luckier than others. As Michael Herrington observes, James Brown was a musical pickpocket, an original thief of hearts!
In love, you wait and wait and wait until you're unhappy for good.
Have only seen the extended cut and it's definitely my favorite recent American film. Besides Synecdoche,NY, it also seemed cut from much the same cloth as The Separation. Among the many immediate reactions I was left with -- The perilous paths down which dishonesty invites us. Manhattan-at-large is given a life of its own. I was brought to ponder "what/who is missing" during lingering shots of skyline/sidewalks.
"A circle is not round" No. It is a tidily crooked continuum, like an M.C. Escher etching.
KGB? Kay - Gee - Used to Be!
Based on a play, it reminded me of another, older piece of French literature, "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" which itself has received multiple stage and filmic adaptations.
It occurs to me that this Blier mess made with aplomb and zestful acting is what Gregg Araki has been trying to film since the beginning of his career. The trouble's been that Araki wants to imbue sincerity into Gallic insouciance.