I haven't seen this movie in like 4 years until tonight, my second viewing. A few thoughts...
I don't even remember him doing it at all, but I almost wanted to laugh really loud everytime Tom Cruise whipped out his doctor's id, like he was a cop. It was really comical, and he does at least 10 times. Like he's showing off status, and people, like the waitress, do react accordingly, with a confused look of "huh" on their faces.
This movie looks like it was made in 1999 but shot in the 70s, it has the strangest aged look to it.
I love that Todd Field acts in this and then goes on to direct "In The Bedroom" , which is just too fucking amazing. I love that film, and thinking back, it's got a Kubrickian touch.
I've read some (or at least glanced at) a few theories that the film isn't about relationships and sex and love. Well that's just dumb, to me. If it doesnt say anything about those things, it's not saying anything at all. And it does say so much about those things, why would one want to ignore it?
When Dr. Bill comes home and Alice describes the dream she had, where she wakes up laughing, maybe it's obvious, but she seems to describe the movie from the pot-smoking scene up until that point. The pot-smoking scene strips away any artifice and leaves them both emotionally naked.
I love it when Dr. Bill returns to the Rainbow costume shop and Rade Sherbedgia has completely pimped out his daughter (literally, not in the Xzibit sense, or however his name is spelled). And she looks like a concubine for the two asian gentlemen. I wonder why exactly would Rade change tone completely, from anger to "i might as well cash in"? That's one thing I can't figure out.
The woman whose father just died, I love how it plays out Alice's fantasy in a more macabre, literal way. She's willing to give up her husband, who she obviously isn't that in love with, for a night with Dr. Bill. But then, it's also dismissable, because she's mourning, so Dr. Bill can't think of it as proof that women do indeed think this way.
While I was watching, I was struck by how unbearably mysterious and ominous the orgy gatherers were. There were so many questions floating in my mind, so many rules to not break, so many codes of conduct to not violate. It was such a fucking intense scene. Roger Ebert mentions that the final scene with Pollack tries to rationalize it. I don't think so at all. It's completely convoluted, Pollack's explanation only fills two blanks: what happened to Nick Nightengale and what status of people are involved. The first question is dubiously answered: a flight to Seattle. That settles nothing. The mentioning of "names you don't want to know about" implies uber high status people, which actually makes the whole event all the more menacing, and hookers, which is a great thing to explain because it tells where tail is coming from and how easily it can be disposed, i.e. Mandy.
Finally, I quit reading this article
when he mentioned Indians in the Shining. There are no goddamned Indians in the Shining.
Anyhow, I love Eyes Wide Shut.