The language is a swig of rum and coke at breakfast, It's the last words at a funeral nobody came to. It's a saxophone on a rainy night when you can't sleep. It's all the loneliness and despair and romance and courage in your life rolled up into one neat package. It's a poker player's warning that '' if you can't spot the sucker in your first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker ''.
author of The Encyclopedia of Underground Movies
on It's a Bitter Little World