Upon Rewatching: Basically a Perfect Movie
I revisited this film last night for the first time in years. Probably 7-10 years. I don't know that I should have waited that long. It aged really well - probably better than the scotch that Bob was hawking.
Previous viewings have had me enjoying the off-beat characters in a strange world, finding each other (a romance-heavy viewing), enjoying the struggles that people have making their lives work (a more practically-minded version of romance; I was thinking as much of John and Lydia as I was Bob and Charlotte), and enjoying the otherworldly feeling of being adrift while looking for oneself (a more introspective viewing).
This time, I felt the profound, heartbreaking loneliness of the characters. Not that this was new, but just to say that that "flavour" became the centrepiece of the journey this time. The whole thing is bittersweet and it aches and burns every time it laughs or smiles.
It's a marvellous piece of art.