I kissed her papery cheek, grief’s saccharine taste on my tongue. My last goodbye, but she didn’t believe it was forever. I wish I could feel the same.

Under the myth of the American dream lurks a dark, seedy side — a gutter littered with broken hearts and despair.

Thursday night. New Orleans. The moon’s in the last quarter.

Out of the blue and into the black describes the descent of a wildly dysfunctional family in this rambling, nihilistic film by Dennis Hopper.

Staring them down, daring them down, in the crosshairs of a feral gaze.