I went and saw it again today.
That moment when Jason puts on his father’s old sunglasses and Robin, the crazy old mechanic proclaims, “He’s coming back again!” and that haunting, melodic piano motif swells back up like a ghost and it cuts to the matching shot of Jason riding his bike alone on the road through the woods, just like his father did fifteen years earlier———- my entire body was literally shaking it was overcharged with so much electricty. I could feel the volts pulsating through me because of the beauty and poetry and truth of that cinematically perfect moment. No book, no music alone, no image alone can have that kind of affect. Only real life, and cinema life. Amazing.
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