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The Panic in Needle Park
This is so much more raw and real than Requiem for a Dream. I only make the comparison because of the similarities. Requiem gets so much buzz, and rightfully so, but man… THIS is a movie that scares you. Kitty Winn is so staggeringly impressive here. Pacino already feels like a seasoned professional. Just two remarkable performances. Moments that had me legitimately saying “don’t do it” is the sign of an engaging narrative. Excellent film. Probably one I won’t be diving into again too soon. And I mean that as a compliment.
The Panic in Needle Park
Looking at the lead, the girl, I cannot unsee Didion. I wonder if she wrote herself into her. Her softness. How every line delivered is a thin thread, meant to be broken by all of Pancino’s jovial steps, his playful footwork. There’s a scene where he grabs the ass of the nurse and says, “You take dance classes?” The nonchalance, the hooliganary. Did Didion write it? Or John? Did this happen in the kitchen of their Malibu home? At which dinner party? At which remembered laugh? Did Didion dislike French fries? In the end, how the Didion-Dunne pair ended up creating a romantic mood piece about heroin perhaps speaks from their upper-middle class selves that never becomes condescending, but a very curious magnifying class that is, perhaps, too curious.
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