i watched Ambulance 4 times in 10 days
reaching the end of my childhood, the image of Gary running alongside the lines of cars waiting for fuel amidst a shortage without a care in the world turns ever distant. now I’ll soon have to be that schmuck waiting in the car being increasingly late for work. being 19, it’s ways away but quickly approaching, and Licorice Pizza encapsulates those fears I have within every thread of its fabric: not knowing how to be an adult or even worse…
incredibly romantic, partially because I got to stare at a young Nicole Kidman for an hour, but Tony Scott is just as caught up in the feels here. he’ll let their hair flow in the wind and hold on that image until it makes you feel all tingly inside, makes the 15 minutes lead-up to the first kiss feel like a decade. a shame that the actual NASCAR/racing narrative is uninteresting though.
mild spoilers: in 100 minutes manages to make a whopping one point about men being predatory, and spends another 5 minutes siding with those very same men by villainizing the victim of sexual harassment for the sake of a cheap twist, and ends with a student who attempted murder being adored by everyone for her fashion skills. Edgar Wright’s completely lost it.
good thing we don’t have to spend another night in Soho
watched in 70mm.
she’s older. he’s younger. *red flag* but is age all that governs a relationship? no cynicism at play, it’s within that question that Licorice Pizza lives in.
she’s mature. he’s immature. she’s lost in life. he’s sure of his purpose. PTA creates a contrasting duo and follows them around the 1970s; any conflict that arises is a consequence of characters interacting with their surroundings. it feels like it’s on auto-pilot in the most magical way possible.
no notes. PTA’s slice of life is hilarious and charming beyond belief. a triumph of writing.