Diary entries forMidnight Cowboy
Midnight Cowboy
Not me crying over a grimy New York bromance in a movie called Midnight Cowboy.
Midnight Cowboy
Disappointing but I didn’t really enjoy this. Sure, it was a fine film, but it didn’t really make me feel any way and at the end I just felt like okay that’s finished. It isn't a bad film by means but it’s not really a good film either in my opinion. The acting was good and ‘I’m walking here’ was funny but apart from that it felt very forgettable.
Midnight Cowboy
Damn, this one still hurts real good.
Midnight Cowboy
Best Oscar-Winning friendship than Green Book.
Midnight Cowboy
Midnight Cowboy is raw, emotional, and beautifully acted. The film captures loneliness and despair in a haunting way, even if it's sometimes hard to bear. I particularly like the atmosphere of the night in New York; it reminds me of films like Taxi Driver or After Hours. Overall, a successful film from the 1960s.
Midnight Cowboy
Everybody′s talkin' at meI don′t hear a word they're sayin'Only the echoes of my mindPeople stoppin′, starin′I can't see their facesOnly the shadows of their eyesI′m goin' where the sun keeps shinin′Through the pourin' rainGoin′ where the weather suits my clothesBankin' off of the northeast windsSailin' on a summer breezeAnd skippin′ over the ocean like a stoneWah, wah, wah-wah-wahWah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah-wahWahhhI′m goin' where the sun keeps shinin′Through the pourin' rainGoin′ where the weather suits my clothesBankin' off of the northeast windsSailin′ on a summer breezeAnd skippin' over the ocean like a stoneEverybody's talkin′ at meCan′t hear a word they're sayin′Only the echoes of my mindI won't let you leave my love behindNo, I won′t let you leave
Midnight Cowboy
wasn’t expecting to watch two films with talked-about queer subtext today, but you know. liked showing this to some folks who hadn’t seen it before! i’d say more, but it’s late. besides, I’ll probably end up rewatching in a week or so.
Midnight Cowboy
watched w/my mom this time. this movie still destroys me. sad movie. beautiful movie. hella queer movie.
Midnight Cowboy
well…another day another midnight cowboy rewatch. this time on VHS! i intend to be like the midnight cowboy girl on letterboxd (you know like the 127 hours girl who’s popular on the lb subreddit for loving that movie? yeah i wanna be kind of like that but for midnight cowboy because i loooove this movie. despite what it does to me) so hopefully i will earn that title soon! planning on making this one my 200th watch of the year so I’ll probably be revisiting this one very very soon… okay so. today’s observation! well, better bring it up. i will defend the party scene with my life. i know people say it’s out of place or drags or is unnecessary but it’s honestly one of my favorite scenes in the whole movie. it is gorgeous. i love the music that plays during it and the camera footage/weird movie artsy project parts included in it, it is just so cool. so many good little bits in it too. “guess who i am! it’s me! :D” yeah i love that part. also i think another reason why i find it necessary or at least interesting is how it shows the two sort of contrasting coping mechanisms or whatever you call it joe and rico have. joe is very much seeking attention from people at the party especially physically (like with shirley) and rico is basically just aggressively rejecting any sort of attention put towards him by the partygoers. idk there’s something about the contrast there…joe getting high and having what seems to be a pretty good time and kinda letting loose a bit and then the cut to rico just having like. a real shit time looking Not Great is. yeah it gets to me a bit. also brenda vaccaro does a pretty good supporting role in this whole part of the film, love her in this. tldr: I love the midnight cowboy psychedelic party scene
Midnight Cowboy
well hello it’s been a while huh? your resident midnight cowboy enjoyer is back. well i didn’t really leave here. i watched two other movies today. i mean i’m back to reviewing midnight cowboy. honestly i probably use this movie the same way some people use Paint Drying on here, i mean every time i watch this i Watch It yknow. But still. Holy mother of yap. i know i said i would watch it once a week at least but i skipped last week…watched something more in line with the Halloween Spirit instead. so i simply didn’t have time! also because that night i took too strong a dose of sleep medicine and blacked out fairly quickly. i wouldn’t have been able to sit through another movie anyways. enough about that! sometimes i wonder why this is the movie my brain has decided to latch onto. i mean it’s unrelentingly bleak at times, grimy, sometimes disturbing i mean hell some of the nightmare sequences feel like a horror movie to me! but there’s something about it that keeps drawing me in. perhaps it’s that there’s so much to talk about and analyze in this. or perhaps it’s the fact that I genuinely think joe buck and rico rizzo are two of my favorite, if not my two favorite characters ever committed to celluloid. i mean i just feel very strongly about them! i really do. such well-performed, interesting guys. they’re what keeps me coming back to this. is it a good idea for me to keep coming back to a film like this? probably not. but what do I know? small thing that sticks out to me: rizzo playing the xylophone in the pawn shop when joe sells his radio. that really adds something to the scene. and on to our longer Daily Observation: in a film that has plenty of bombastic, frenetic sequences such as the subway chase or the florida daydream, i’ve always found one of the film’s most poignant scenes to be one of its most subdued moments. in fact it’s not really the Scene specifically i think about, but rather an acting choice, a simple gesture made within it. it’s the brief few seconds when, before heading into the party, joe quickly uses his shirt to wipe off the sweat on rico, who leans his head against joe’s bare chest and for a moment wraps his arm around him. the action lasts for only a few seconds, but it’s a moment that constantly hits me square in the chest. there’s just something that seems very desperate and heartbreaking about it, something deep and emotional that simply remains unspoken in part because they Can’t really say anything about it. and if you take the queer reading of the film (such as i do) there’s this other layer added to this scene i feel like, one of this weird sort of repressed longing coming to the surface. all in all, devastating couple of seconds. hate what this film does to me. but i love it. like i said, this film has just latched onto my heart and soul.
