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Yesterday's American Independent Cinema class was fairly awesome. We spent practically no time discussing Pulp Fiction and skipped right to Paul Auster, which of course entailed watching part of The Music of Chance. Spader with a mustache! Spader with a goofy accent! Spader playing cards! I think I laughed through half the scene for no reason other than the fact that he puffs on a cigarette the same way Alan smokes a cigar.

And I got an A- on my midterm after spending all my study time on Cassavetes, who wasn't on the damn thing, and attempting to analyze John Waters' Hairspray without having seen it.

The last thing I have to do for this class is a presentation and paper about some aspect of Down By Law. Yes, it has occurred to me that I could conceivably get away with writing 10-15 pages about Tom Waits.

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The Music of Chance is one of my favorite JS movies. When I first saw it I was still in my JS drooling stage (that would be when he still had a chisled jaw and flat stomach), and I had a hard time looking at him and listening to him as Jack Pozzi. But by the time the hooker arrives, I was as charmed by him as Jim (Mandy Patinkin's character) was, and I found him just as irresitible as the hooker did.

He's very sexy, not initially, but that's what makes it so devastatingly erotic when you find yourself responding to him as the hooker did. I'd have traded places with her.

Sorry, I deleted my post with the big ol' picture of Jack Pozzi. Thought I'd respond here. :) That picture is from one of the few happy moments in the movie, and I love it. The wall's completed and he runs up and down the length of it, so happy. Hope you get to see the whole movie, if you haven't already. And your class sounds terrific, too.