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Finally saw Five Easy Pieces tonight. I'd waited this long mostly cuz I thought it might annoy me, via my occasional impatience with baby boomers and, by extension, some of the icons they celebrate. And I mostly don't care for Jack Nicholson. But it was on the big screen, which is a draw, and I'm glad I went. And glad I waited this long, and saw it first that way. And that I toughed out a little anxiety attack to get myself to the theater.
It's a visually evocative, visceral film. Like in the ( possible spoilers here ), and ( others ), too. The famous ( something ) scene is a little funny, even if you'd seen a clip of it a dozen times, and it's better in context, but ( something else ) got a bigger laugh outta me. The best surprise was how subtlely the not-laughs play, and how slowly and well the film reveals Bobby's story. And so cinematically. I didn't know to expect such a thing. Nor that a young Fannie Flagg would be in there, debuting. Loved how she ( did one thing ).
The establishing long shot of Bobby with ( somebody ), at the end, setting up their "talk," is a doozy---probably especially on the big screen. There they are, against the sky, taking up maybe only the bottom 1/6th of the picture. If that.
Had lots of other thoughts during the film, but that's a few. It was in the "summer classics" series at the local art cinema, where the speech beforehand thanking all the sponsors and asking for our support was way long---Bobby mighta thrown something. And how Jack would feel hearing they've been promoting the movie by saying he plays a "former musical ingénue," I'd kinda like to find out. They're showing these movies on Sunday afternoons & Tuesday nights, so you've missed this one if you didn't see it, but still to come, among others, are Dial M for Murder (in 3-D) and Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. Oh, and that old chestnut Battleship Potemkin, with organ accompaniment.
It's a visually evocative, visceral film. Like in the ( possible spoilers here ), and ( others ), too. The famous ( something ) scene is a little funny, even if you'd seen a clip of it a dozen times, and it's better in context, but ( something else ) got a bigger laugh outta me. The best surprise was how subtlely the not-laughs play, and how slowly and well the film reveals Bobby's story. And so cinematically. I didn't know to expect such a thing. Nor that a young Fannie Flagg would be in there, debuting. Loved how she ( did one thing ).
The establishing long shot of Bobby with ( somebody ), at the end, setting up their "talk," is a doozy---probably especially on the big screen. There they are, against the sky, taking up maybe only the bottom 1/6th of the picture. If that.
Had lots of other thoughts during the film, but that's a few. It was in the "summer classics" series at the local art cinema, where the speech beforehand thanking all the sponsors and asking for our support was way long---Bobby mighta thrown something. And how Jack would feel hearing they've been promoting the movie by saying he plays a "former musical ingénue," I'd kinda like to find out. They're showing these movies on Sunday afternoons & Tuesday nights, so you've missed this one if you didn't see it, but still to come, among others, are Dial M for Murder (in 3-D) and Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. Oh, and that old chestnut Battleship Potemkin, with organ accompaniment.
