Bill Forsyth is simply wonderful. WONDERFUL I SAY!
Problematic in one glaring way, obviously—but it deals with this by avoiding doing anything expected or tropey with the main premise. And by letting the two leads write most of their own dialogue. Reasons to watch: a ton of placid, fuzzy 1982 footage of Portland, Oregon, and the Oregon coast. Plus a good helping of dreamlike, beautiful footage of the film’s two leads running, walking, and talking in surreally lovely true-to-Oregon surroundings. There are some joltingly difficult bits in the…
“If you don’t respect Orkin i don’t know what you respect.”
At this point, I think I’d give a small toe to see this movie. I very much doubt it’ll ever happen.