Watched it again. This time, with my wife.

And I fear overstating the reaction that films whose smallest details are carved from their very first forms in wood — or, in this case, “film,” polyester — provoke in me. Moonrise unfolds even more beautifully on a second viewing.

I realized that Danny is confronted by Jerry immediately after the flashbacks of his childhood tormented by bullying — something that had slipped past me the first time. That he subtly accuses…

Halfway through Rio Bravo, Dude decides to clean himself up — shaves, takes a shower, fixes his hair. While he’s sitting in the barber’s chair, it suddenly hit me that Dude is actually Dean fucking Martin, which I did not even suspect till this point. Such a great piece of characterization that I started wondering: “Did they actually intend to make Dude this unrecognizable to the audience? Was that a conscious decision?”

My surprise only grew when, in the very…