Watching Talented Mr. Ripley. I think I’m 3 Rewatchables movies in a row with Philip Baker Hall suddenly appearing.
If Talented Mr. Ripley isn’t the best script of all time, it’s very very close. The way it just builds and builds and spirals out of control at an incrementally perfect pace. There’s so much nuance. So many unsaid plot twists. So much communicated just by a look. Incredible acting by everyone involved.
The whole – man gaslighting a woman and other men reflexively siding with him over her is way ahead of its time. You know who never logic-ed themselves into “well akshually a thriving free market in children makes perfect sense when you really think about it”? Any woman ever.
I really enjoy Analyze This and have watched it many times.
But there’s this moment where Chazz Palminterini says, “Get a dictionary. Find out what this ‘closure’ thing is. If that’s what he’s going to hit us with, I want to be ready.” It’s like somebody much dumber than the director staged a hostile takeover and inserted the dumbest improv take possible, one that had long since been placed on the cutting-room floor. It was like Cliff Clavin sneaking his own bad joke into the middle of a Carson monologue.
But anyway, good scene if you ignore that part, good movie.
It’s also one of the best hangover scenes in history. I can feel Willard’s nausea as he zooms in on the shrimp while Kurtz goes on about the slug, very well-observed moment
and everyone’s desire to be God, should certain variables errr
You are the caretaker. You’ve always been the caretaker.
