“And, as I get older, I begin to understand why movies like this one permanently find their way into my yearly viewing cycle, while past significants such as Frank Perry’s Last Summer head for the slow fade. Emotions come and go. Relationships evolve. Some things work out, while others don’t. But through it all, we mature, and fine-tune exactly what it is that’s required from our leisurely pursuits. We don’t need them to prove anything to ourselves, or anyone else. But, we do need them to provide us with a place of solace, somewhere that only we, and we alone, can go to smile and alleviate the pressures of the world. For me, that place can rarely be sought in emotionally cathartic or overtly intellectual works. However, it can be found when Irving Jackalman drops a Coke and blames it on his diarrhea. Does this proclamation make me any less of Thinking Man’s Man?

Of course it does. That’s why I love this movie.”

— Bleeding Skull’s Joseph A. Ziemba has written a very perceptive and moving appreciation of 1969’s ‘Dracula, The Dirty Old Man’. At a guess, I’d say he is perhaps the only human being ever to have done so. (via aleisurelybreakfast)