In Central Park, 1968, a director shot scenes of a young couple whose marriage was falling apart - 35 years later they are back in Central Park as the director relentlessly pursues the ever-elusive symbiopsychotaxiplasmic moment.
I recognized the name Jerry Weintraub but was not familiar with one detail of his life. Thanks to this documentary I feel I've met a fascinating and influential individual to whom I am, at the least, eternally grateful for believing in/producing one of my favorite films of all time, Diner.
Also, I'm not an Oceans fan or a huge Clooney fan, but OK, I get it now, the guy is hilarious and he and "Pitt" and "Cheadle" etc. must have had a complete boysclub blast making those movies and I gotta love them for just wanting to have fun. Fun is under-appreciated in today's world imo.
And another thing: Weintraub, his wife, and his girlfriend...in this era of idiotic self-centered TV hoes screaming and ripping each other's hair out over stupid and vapid child-men, it is refreshingly civilized to see three classy and mature individuals respect and admire each other enough to say "fvck it" to societal conventions and live as they please.
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