It's just not a classy or comfortable or ennobling experience to watch it. Not my usual cup of tea pop culture memoirbut this made me want to watch a John Wayne movie.
But if it were up to me, why not cast an authentic homeless person?
That's not too shabby.
Jonathan Lethem on John Carpenter’s They Live and His Own Move to California -- Vulture
The Disappointment Artist by Jonathan Lethem
By dissecting the touchstones that comprise the elements of his style -- both the pop-cultural The Searchers and John Cassavettes, Marvel Comics and Phillip K. August 27, at 3:
His musings leave a number of excellent snippets of prose for the reader. A definite maybe for me this one.
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Lethem is a fan but not a Fan, and a critic but not a Critic -- he stands asshole from the lotus-eating of the Fans and the Consumer Reports of the Critics and simply treats artists as human beings, which, after all, they Jonathan. Overall, though, I love the collection enough that I'm willing to look lethem its faults.