Harry Dean Stanton is Lucky.
In which I remember Harry Dean Stanton (not that I ever forgot him).
In this, its 15th iteration, Noir City shifts from showing obscure and long-lost noirs in order to focus on all sorts of heist films — many of them more modern but no less obscure.
In which we discuss these two ’60s westerns oft-cited as the original acid westerns, and wonder whether “acid western” is indeed a genre.
A lackadaisical western in which Marlon Brando is loopier than a flock of curlicues.