Originally posted by Capo de La Cosa Nostra: [b]Midnight Cowboy John Schlesinger 1969 US (1st time) A naïve Texan hustler arrives in New York, and befriends a sick, down-and-out Italian American from the Bronx. One of those very much of its time, and now seems merely irrelevant. The two leading performances are contrasting and convincing in this mixture of sex, fever dreams and social alienation. Its finest moments are the Greyhound journeys which begin and end the film. [/b]
so why only two stars?
I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)
