I can't get the image of Michael Douglas in a big ass leather jacket sprinting across a field carrying a shotgun out of my head. This movie is *criminally* underappreciated. There are such beautiful shots in that chase scene near the end that almost look akin to a Japanese painting. One in particular that flashes by for a second of the leaves in the foreground but with Michael Douglas's silhouette momentarily interrupting it by sprinting across. This film was actually art. There aren't alot of films that invoke a certain feeling the way that this film did with me.
I can't get the image of Michael Douglas in a big ass leather jacket sprinting across a field carrying a shotgun out of my head. This movie is *criminally* underappreciated. There are such beautiful shots in that chase scene near the end that almost look akin to a Japanese painting. One in particular that flashes by for a second of the leaves in the foreground but with Michael Douglas's silhouette momentarily interrupting it by sprinting across. This film was actually art. There aren't alot of films that invoke a certain feeling the way that this film did with me.
Nice Track & Movie!