Hunter S. Thompson undertones. Understated. Drab. Brown/grey/damp/wet. The last “great” melancholic film. This is not a Banana Republic outlet. Harry Potter’s uncle! (before he went sane.) It’s not Straw Dogs.
“Where have you gone Mr. Robinson. Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.”
“What’s that you say Mr. Robinson? Your latest film is coming in a year?”
“Is it queer?”