November 2, 2008
Around the time I was seventeen, a lot of movies came out (or, at least, I watched them around the same time) that kind of run into one for me. Billy Crudup in Jesus' Son, Vincent Gallo in Buffalo 66, Jared Leto in Requiem for a Dream.
I love this turn of phrase below- "a face like an unsheathed knife" - wonderful, or awful, but such good words.
"In Buffalo '66, Vincent Gallo, acting in a movie that he wrote (with Alison Bagnall) and directed himself, has a face like an unsheathed knife. Pointed beard, pointed nose, pressed-together lips, filthy hair, a screw-you stare -- Gallo, a former Calvin Klein heroin-chic model, takes his own neurotic singularity very seriously."
Jesus' Son, I think, is my favourite of the three. Billy Crudup plays a character called Fuckhead (I'm not kidding) who has recently given up heroin. It's funny, and sweet and endearing- all those good things coupled with a Seventies Americana aesthetic. Plus, the title of the film comes from a line in a Velvet Underground track.