fr_defenestrato | I had forgotten...

My new used copy of After Hours, Scorsese's 1985 dark comedy, arrived in yesterday's mail, disguised, once again, as Marathon fodder. I can't remember when was the last time I saw this movie (it appears to have shown THRICE at Movie Marathons, the last one being spring 2003, but I must not have actually watched it then)... Somehow in the interim I forgot how incredible the cast is. Twelve hours ago (pretty much precisely when I pressed Play) I could only have named Griffin Dunne and Rosanna Arquette... oh, and I guess Cheech and Chong; I had completely forgotten about the presence of Teri Garr, Catherine O'Hara, Bronson Pinchot (very briefly), and Linda Fucking Fiorentino! And I guess I didn't know John Heard from Adam at the time.

About 15 minutes into the movie, before anything tremendously bad has happened to Paul (Griffin Dunne's character), I started getting squeamish, wanted to turn it off before the tremendously bad stuff DID start happening. What's that about? Am I getting wimpy in my old age?