not that you ever take me to the opera

This kind of male relationship—struck up by necessity, solidified with a handshake, forged into friendship by hard days and wild nights on the road—seems almost as much a relic of the past in cinema as hitchhiking and hobo jungles. Maybe the intimacy of unlucky loners like this—inarticulate, moody, often unsympathetic—feels too small-fry for today’s big screen, too tough a nut to crack for audiences, too analog for a wired world of digital connections. This hardluck friendship at the heart of Scarecrow that may have underwhelmed audiences upon its release felt, to me—sitting alone that night at the New Beverly—nearly revelatory.

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