For some reason, this scene from Robert Altman’s Nashville is really speaking to me at the moment:
It pretty simply summates people’s personal (mis)appropriation of music – and, hell, let’s just say art in general – and makes me think of basically every time I’ve been in a night club for one reason or another. Everybody in the room believing they’re having an experience no-one else is, perhaps.
And, you know, Lily Tomlin is just sublime. I mean, have you seen Short Cuts?
Nashville‘s 160 minutes long and features approximately a metric ton of country music, so I can see why it might be overlooked or seen as bloated and boring by a casual audience. But even when the only thing happening is some old-world hick crooner belting them out for four minutes at a time – it’s Altman. There’s always about eight or nine other things going on.