Be kind, rewind, though.

Funny you should say that. Near the end of WSB’s 1953 novel “Junkie”, IIRC, the main protagonist complains that he doesn’t understand the slang of the new generation anymore. For example their use of “that stinks!”

Oh look, it’s male Anna Kendrick.

Years ago, I read an interview with Leonard Cohen who, as you might remember, became a Buddhist monk. He stated that in the monastery, you’re free to do pretty much anything - in your free time. Listen to rock music, take drugs, no-one cares.
It’s just that you don’t have any free time because every day is 100% structured.

I’ve seen it described by screenwriters as having the perfect script. Because everything that happens in the movie is a totally organic, logical consequence of what happened right before.

Easy like Sunday morning.

Holiday evenings be like:

Workday evenings be like:

Bla bla bla

That all adults are smokers.

This quote really struck a chord with me:

Over the years as we all worked our way into time as if it were a field of sawgrass, cutting our ankles, a slog into middle age for me and a slow sunken decline towards death for the generation before me and my siblings. There were break-ups, fuck-ups, children and my own struggles with misty sorrow that has seemed to follow me like a sick-feral cat. A walking disappointment was what I felt like much of the time, even though I had enough confidence in myself to live the kind of life I desired. […] In my mind I see the universe swirling like a giant whirlpool swallowing up everything all at once, and in this grand whirlpool people are smaller than a droplet of water rushing over Niagara Falls and then become mist. And when I die, my memories die with me and perhaps for one or two generations I will be remembered for a few things in my life but not for the mundane or what my daily interactions were like, not the cuddling of my dog nor the pride in my children or the laughter I was a part of, so much laughter that it caused people’s head’s to turn.