Eric's New York is a fantasy city: not the one you or I live in but the one that Lou Reed sings about, Ginsberg writes about, that Hopper paints from. His downtown is not populated by cocaine fascists, but the platonic ideal of indie sleaze dreamers. In Lola's movie, the dream is alive, and the Dreamer is drowning. A fantastic all-encompassing role for a woman who's almost 4-dimensional, almost too big for the play she's in, comparable to Hedda, Martha, Arkadina. Don't skip this one.
Eric's New York is a fantasy city: not the one you or I live in but the one that Lou Reed sings about, Ginsberg writes about, that Hopper paints from. His downtown is not populated by cocaine fascists, but the platonic ideal of indie sleaze dreamers. In Lola's movie, the dream is alive, and the Dreamer is drowning. A fantastic all-encompassing role for a woman who's almost 4-dimensional, almost too big for the play she's in, comparable to Hedda, Martha, Arkadina. Don't skip this one.