Lucky

Harry Dean Stanton (known to audiences from Win Wenders’ Paris, Texas and the season of Twin Peaks) bids farewell to cinema in a film that seems as if it were tailor-made. In his last role, at the age of 89, Stanton shows that sometimes you just have to face up to reality and accept the relentless passage of time-and perhaps with a few small sips of your favorite Bloody Mary. Luckily for him, he has good company: in John Carroll Lynch’s directorial debut, a man named Lucky, played by Stanton, reflects on death and meaning of life alongside Tom Skerritt and David Lynch, this time crying over the loss of his turtle, Roosevelt, who has disappeared.  The soul needs friendship, says one of the gray-haired companions he meets every day in the same bar.  There’s no such thing as a soul, says the staunch atheist Lucky. Only who would believe him when Stanton, with even the slightest gesture, proves otherwise?