A Humble Plea: Look Past the Ukulele
With Frances Ha peeking into select theaters this week, we issue a plea for audiences to look past the quirky opening shot and let the rest of the movie speak for itself.
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Miami Dade Junior College, Wolfson Campus, Miami, Florida, 1970-73
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Frank Sinatra pouring a drink at his home bar, in 1965
With my sunglasses on, I’m Jack Nicholson. Without them, I’m fat and 60. —Jack Nicholson
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Well, when you used to go into Tower Records, going into the classical music section felt like you were buying pornography. You had to open a secret door and you walk in and it was a different environment. There were always some skeevy old gay guys over there like masturbating in the Maria Callas CDs, you know what I mean? It was a whole different ecosystem—literally. They were playing different music up in there and you really felt apart from the economy of the place, of the record store. You were in your own little bizarre Vatican city.
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“That’s what we want to get to, the time machine, the space station,” he says. “In the concerts, I usually do one long set because the whole point is to try and get out of this body and this worry and this nonsense and just take a little vacation, fall in. And forty minutes can go by and it feels like five, so that’s the ideal situation. It’s like meditation, you have some relief, you sort of go back into the womb.”
