November 3, 2016

There Are 319 Million American Dreams. This Is One of Them.

That night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether- a floating spirit visiting things to come.

The shades and shadows of the people in my life rassled their way their way into my slumber. I dreamed that Gale and Evelle had decided to return to prison. Probably that's just as well. I don't mean to sound superior, and they're a swell couple of guys, but maybe they weren't ready yet to come out into the world. And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn in the Arizona home where Nathan Junior was opening a present from a kindly couple who preferred to remain unknown. I saw Glen a few years later, still having no luck getting the cops to listen to his wild tales about me and Ed. Maybe he threw in one Polack joke too many. I don't know. And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed before, watching Nathan Junior's progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of us and hoping that maybe we'd broadened his horizons a little even if he couldn't remember just how they got broadened. But still I hadn't dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end. And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do? But me and Ed, we can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and beloved. I don't know. Maybe it was Utah.-- Raising Arizona


Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 3, 2016 7:11 PM
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A classic! So many great lines.

Posted by: Ann K at November 4, 2016 5:46 AM

Such a wonderful movie! Many lines worked their way into my family's repertoire of favorites but the ending sequence still makes me verklempt.

Posted by: Dinah at November 4, 2016 10:25 AM

Sir, we have reason to believe that you changed your name from one Nathan Huffhienz to Nathan Arizona.

I did, what of it?

Can you explain why?

Every tried to sell furniture called "Unpainted Huffheinz"?

A Coen brothers classic. Perhaps only "The Hudsucker Proxy" comes close to quality dialogue.

Posted by: ac/dc at November 4, 2016 11:06 AM

Not a single cliché in the entire movie. No character left under or over developed. Audience intelligence is not merely assumed, but required for full enjoyment. Crazy-sane clever-ass funny-ness from scene to shining scene. No rest, but no effort either. UNIQUE.

My first (and 37th) reaction to this movie was "please don't end - THIS is what a 2-hour joy-ride on mellow acid with great friends and no jail time would feel like."

My judgment may be clouded however because when there were no crawdad to be found, we ate sand and sometimes I get the menstrual cramps real bad.

Posted by: Right makes might at November 4, 2016 2:29 PM

My favorite movie. "Gimme back that baby, you warthog from hell!!"
I love this last scene, it has become a part of my life perspective-I imagine seeing myself from above and the view slowly pulling back,expanding to include my house,my block,my town...

Posted by: Mr. Oswald Forfendorfer at November 5, 2016 7:54 AM