the astronauts didn’t used to read poetry. but that’s changing.
Quite possible there’s never been so holistic an intersection of things I like.
Though it’s a bit flabby, the pure joy of creation here from top to bottom, and the expert clowning of every single cast member, wow. Certainly, just in terms of physicality, one of Williams’ most impressive performances. It’s like a weird, weightless, ecstatic party.
Simultaneously one of his most mature and most infantile...steeped in a sorrowful nostalgia but incapable of letting things lie, instead begging, almost pathetically, for the incessant march of history to have gone down a different path. I thought a lot of Roma—similarly this is a memory play that carefully and immaculately recreates a moment, but unlike Cuaron’s movie, this refuses to accept history as a river which either drags or drowns us, instead choosing to reroute the river with dynamite. Love it!!