Sublime

yeggs;

The Man Who Cheated Himself.

fortissimo

The movie is thoroughly a product of Seventies sensibility: the integrity of things as they already stand, the presentation of a text as a concrete object, and out-front admission of the means of production.

When this movie’s going right, it makes the spectator aware not only of repetitiousness but of the actual duration of a commonplace act.

Why is all the attention going toward the De Niro charm as a displaced country boy who is out of his depth, unless the authors are obsessed by Industry staples?

pestiferous

swivet