i say love is a stream
i promised my friend scarlett about a year ago that i'd attempt a longish writeup of this, but it's eluded me. i think part of the reason why is, it's such a well made film that my emotional relationship has always been somewhat distant with it. this time though, it managed to make me cry, so i figure i should have another go at writing about it.
what made me cry was a line, spoken by orson from the perspective…
A man has a gun. He shows you the gun, the empty clip, makes sure you know it's not loaded. He puts the gun to your head. He spends three hours spinning beautiful prose about how the gun is loaded. He uses every rhetorical trick he knows to convince you that the gun is loaded. You stay strong though, you know it isn't. He cajoles, he waxes poetic, he whispers and shouts, he's charismatic and seductive and brilliantly smart, but he's wrong. You know he's wrong. Then he pulls the trigger and blows your brains out.
maybe the best movie ever?