Add to the R.I.P. list. For most of my young life, apart from random arthouse flicks, all the films that really blew my hair back kicked off with this same intro screen.
Reservoir Dogs — I mean, come on. Basquiat, with beautiful performances all around including my favorite film representation of Andy Warhol to date courtesy of David Bowie. Trainspotting. Swingers, which is a full-on snapshot of a singular cultural moment. One of the most hopeful movies I’ve ever seen in Life is Beautiful. Rounders. Velvet Goldmine. Dogma. Cider House Rules, which I don’t think anyone else even wanted to touch. Imagine a movie like that coming out full-release today from any other company…it’s mind-blowing. Talented Mr. Ripley. Motherfuckin’ Amélie. Infernal Affairs, one of the most tense, morally fraught cop flicks to come out of Asia (which Scorcese, I love him, but he choked out the heart of the film with The Departed). Gone Baby Gone, one of the most morally fraught cop flicks to come out stateside. There. Will. Be. Blood.
Miramax — you were a game changer. And you will be missed.
