I watched it sometime last week. It’s been eating at me ever since. Elliot Gould walks through a feverishly shot world with a cool that permeates in my head. With dialogue that is messy and mesmerising and characters that walk the line of plausibility and absurdity, Altman's LA is hedonistic dream. Him and Gould make being an out of place loser a lot cooler than it is.
… when you wake up in the middle of the night to pee or whatever. The stress of “HOW MUCH TIME TILL YOUR ALARM GOES OFF” will inevitably make it harder to fall back asleep.
Maybe you have 2 hours, maybe you have fifteen minutes. Let the mystery be. You’ll zonk out quicker, and when you wake up, you probably won’t know how long you slept for anyway.
