When you see me again, it won’t be me.
It’s probably been around 20 years since I last watched this movie and the more things change, the more they stay the same. Instead of arguing in a parking lot, we now argue on Twitter. People are unhappy all the time and don’t really know what to do about it.
But in all seriousness, I was around 12 or 13 when SUBURBIA came out and this, along with Kevin Smith’s first two films, were sort of an aspirational slacker ideal…
An indescribable masterpiece... maybe the closest comparison to MULHOLLAND DRIVE that I’ve seen.
I searched through other reviews to see if people had great insights or maybe even illuminating theories and it seems that most viewers are as mystified as I am. And that’s ok. That’s partly why 3 WOMEN is so wonderful. It defies convention and explanation. It’s simply a dream existing in the unsteady horizon of the California desert.
Sissy Spacek and Shelley Duvall are ethereal, other-worldly. They are a mirage.
All I can do is recommend this film and hopes it resonates with you like it does with me.
The ultimate fantasy/fairy tale. It was Quentin’s creation, but Tony Scott understood it better than anyone and I think QT admits that as well.
Under certain standards, there are flaws but to me, the flaws never mattered much. It’s just too much fun.
Samuel L. Jackson popularized ass eating in the 90s.
Like visiting with an old friend... it’s been too long.
A while ago, I heard someone say that, depending on their mood, they would sometimes get a little teary-eyed at the end of JACKIE BROWN. And though I loved the film (and consider it Tarantino’s masterpiece), I was never there emotionally. I thought it was a great, sweet, beautiful, powerful and endlessly classy ending, but there were no tears.
This is the first time I’ve rewatched this one…