::Sally Two Trees gives us the stink-eye::

The wife—and later the memory of her, until the events of the movie kick in—seems to have served as that cork. But the movie handles it all with such a deft touch that one can't reduce her to just that. The music helps, and the imagery: that hill with the tree and her gravestone.

"Your Latin is worse than your English."

"You're an oak."

He lacks the absolute power.

You're a daisy if you do.

Blown whole-shaftedly but with evident reluctance.

I enjoyed watching it, but for some reason I'm not dying for a rewatch.

"You're all ugly, and he was beautiful."

And the dude from Wings, the one with three names that was Sandman in one of the Spider-Man movies.

Frederic fuckin' Chopin.

This is from the title card at the very end:

"Deserve's got nothing to do with it."

(Hackman plays Wyatt Earp's father in the Costner one.)

Mind a little blown.

And Powers Boothe, chewing up pre-Deadwood scenery.

They have such genre range! (Though Eastwood, too, come to think of it—with regards to subject matter, at least.)

I don't know where they found that kid: she was amazing with all the dialogue and the plucky (but not annoying) attitude.

The casting of the movie was excellent.

You might OD from awesomeness.