Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry.
The only thing in the flick that affected me was when that beautiful Charger got smashed.
Didn’t much care what happened to either of them.
What interested me about the movie is that it was filmed close to where I live. I used to drive through those Walnut groves with my friends when I was in HS. The groves are all gone now, or at least most of them are, when the old trees quit bearing the farmers cut down the trees and sold them for fire wood and never replanted.
Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry was one of the most important moviegoing experiences of my young life. I am certainly not defending this as a film, merely saying we can’t choose how we will be impacted by things as kids who can’t tell outselves “Well this is junk and I can’t really be feeling something for this.”
But the ending blew my mind.
I saw this on DVD a few years back and didn’t even get to the ending, I was so bored. But it still really got to me back then.
Didn’t much care what happened to either of them.
You too, huh?
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