I saw this movie when I was much younger, having heard it was an American classic, and didn’t really get it. I do now - the benefit of getting older I guess.
Jack Nicholson is fabulous as a man running from everything. He’s amazing, restless, pained and painful, but utterly compelling. Roger Ebert puts it best, saying “There’s not a scene where he’s comfortable with the people around him, not a moment when he feels at home.”
It’s the beginning of 1970’s indie US cinema - not plot driven, character driven, and beautifully shot. Four stars, maybe five.
There’s nothing happening.
I could write about old timers trying to stay relevant (Ferry vs Plant: Fight!). Or a list of those with fully intact egos. Or stupid drama. How good Zero History was (mostly). How complicated Infinite Jest is (and yet). About addiction.
But there’s nothing happening. It’s a dwaal.