Lucky marks the directorial debut of John Carroll Lynch, a character actor with a familiar face that’s hard to place. Odds are you know him from numerous bit parts and a string of supporting roles since the early 1990s, or from hundreds of television appearances in shows like Carnivàle (2003-5), K-Ville (2007-08), Body of Proof (2011-12), American Horror Story (2014-17), or One Dollar right now. This movie’s written by Drago Sumonja and Logan Spark, a pair of screenwriting newbies, so my expectations were for a quirky low-budget indie offering… but one that’ll be worth a watch if it’s got Harry Dean Stanton and David Lynch in it, right?
You won’t be disappointed! Lucky is a gently devastating character portrait, and one of the most emotionally engaging and surreptitiously profound arthouse films in years. The sophisticated storytelling is also deceptively simple. There are certain shots, peppered throughout, that only become relevant much later when their significance is revealed. It all works as a whole, held together with some beautiful cinematography by Tim Suhrstedt, and Michael Baird’s meticulous sound design.
It’s definitely a tribute to Harry Dean Stanton and, although it’s his final major role, it ranks up there with his best. Sumonja and Sparks wrote the film centred on their partly mythologised ideal of Harry Dean Stanton. When they were happy with their elegantly simple script, they worked through Lucky’s dialogue with Stanton himself before making adjustments, until he was happy enough to take on his first starring role for decades.
He’s so believable in this subtle, ingeniously nuanced performance that at times it’s difficult to remember he’s acting a character here, not just being himself. It’s very difficult to think of anyone else who could’ve carried such a part. His emotions always seem honest, never over or underplayed. Lucky isn’t an easy character to like because he’s curmudgeonly and cantankerous, awkward and angry, a little sad and a lot scared, but by the end, we’ve grown to know and love him.
Although the dialogue’s finely crafted, with every word made to count, it’s often the absence of conversation that speaks volumes. In extended sequences, Lucky walks along dusty desert tracks among ancient cacti, or shuffles past the sun-bleached paint-peeling facades of the small Californian town where he lives. He becomes a figure in a landscape, almost as if he’s become part of his surroundings. This is a great example of externalising the internal, a kind of advanced application of the pathetic fallacy. There’s an emptiness, but also a stark beauty. This poetic device is familiar to fans of country music where the external landscape, whether lit by sun or moon, reflects a character’s internal terrain, lit by intellect or emotion. The impeccably selected music featured on the soundtrack bears out this reading. There’s a beautiful sequence, wrought with heartrending despair, that’s played out to the strains of Johnny Cash singing Bonnie Prince Billy’s “I See a Darkness”.
The film harks back to two of Stanton’s earlier films. Lucky could almost be an ageing Travis Henderson, his character from Wim Wenders’ Paris Texas (1984). It’s clear that he isn’t, but both films share a sensibility and use the landscape similarly. In Paris Texas, the desert is vast and sublimely beautiful, almost an alien landscape but, in Lucky, it’s become a bit more weatherworn and familiar. Stanton does some memorable desert-walking and monologuing in both movies and, in the end, they’re both philosophical stories that examine the human condition. He was Lyle in David Lynch’s The Straight Story (1999), another ageing character whose physical decline forces him to reevaluate life in its latter stages. It’s his estranged brother, Alvin (Richard Farnsworth), that famously drove 240 miles on a lawnmower to reach him. In the final scenes, they sat together as two small humans looking up at the vast starry night and sharing silent contemplation.
David Lynch has a pivotal supporting role as Lucky’s best friend, Howard, whom he regularly meets at his local dive bar. As expected, Lynch steals the show whenever he’s on screen and only an actor of Stanton’s quiet confidence could really hold their own in the two-shots they share. Howard is a thoughtful and deeply sensitive character who’s been devastated by the loss of President Roosevelt. Not the real historical personage, but his pet tortoise. His discourse on his loss provides some of the more comic moments but also evokes a profound and unexpected pathos. In fact, relationships with animals and valuing the lives that surround us, no matter how small and regardless of their comparative longevity or brevity, is an important theme that runs through the story.
The rest of the cast are also pitch-perfect and, although they’re not written as easy-to-like people, they seem real and alive so, by the end, we do care about them all. That’s a staggering achievement, given that these individuals are in no way more remarkable than anyone else you may meet. Joe (Barry Shabaka Henley), the proprietor of the diner where Lucky stops for coffee and to do the crossword every morning, greets him daily by saying “you’re nothing,” to which he responds “thank you.” The waitress there, Loretta (Yvonne Huff Lee) never needs to take his order and always serves his coffee just how he likes it. Later, there’s an affecting scene between Loretta and Lucky that reveals just how much the people around him care and value him.
Harry Dean’s in every scene, but there are a couple of great ‘standalone’ vignettes featuring a couple of cameos. Ed Begley Jr. plays Lucky’s doctor, who offers him some unusual medical advice including what basically adds up to you’re really old, but not dead just yet, so enjoy the daily experience of getting even older! In another scene, he’s reunited with his co-star from Alien (1979), Tom Skerritt. The two old veterans reminisce about their military memories of serving in Asia during WWII. We get to know how Lucky got his nickname and Fred (Skerrit) delivers a profound chunk of dialogue that is a kind of counter-argument to what Colonel Kurtz comes out with at the end of Apocalypse Now (1979).
Bibi (Bertila Damas), who runs the local store where Lucky buys his daily milk and cigarettes, also invites him to her son’s 10th birthday fiesta. It seems like the scene’s set for humour exploiting the awkwardness of an old guy at a children’s party but, as often happens in this film, it takes an unexpectedly emotional turn when Lucky stands up and sings the popular Mexican ballad “Volver, Volver”. Of course, Harry Dean Stanton is not only one of the great character actors of all time, but also a seasoned musician who was a regular performer at Jack’s Sugar Shack, a famous L.A venue for Americana roots music.
Lucky is a crossword fan and amateur etymologist, fascinated with the origins and definitions of words. In one of the film’s many a quietly powerful moments, he explains that being alone is a different thing to being lonely. The word ‘alone’ is derived from the joining of two words: ‘all one’. When we are alone, we are most like ourselves and at one with the world.
When he pauses to contemplate the sublime beauty of the gnarled cacti, standing majestic against the clear blue sky, that’s a pure experience. Regardless of what had gone before or was to come immediately after, that experience would be the same, no matter how rich or poor, happy or sad, the person was. And yet, our individual response may not be the same, depending on what thoughts and memories we allow to come between our internal ‘model’ of that cactus in its landscape and the external ‘reality’. It’s about being in the moment, and that’s not the only zen reference made in the film.
It becomes a bitter-sweet, Bukowski-style mediation on the meaning of life; or, more precisely, of being alive. And it’s all the more poignant knowing that Harry Dean Stanton was approaching 90 years of age and facing his own mortality. Sadly, he didn’t make it to the film’s premiere. The wonder of Lucky is that, despite its serious subtext, it’s such a joyous film and a welcome addition to an esteemed career that’ll serve as an enduring monument to an actor of such towering talent. In the grand scale of things, he may be nothing. You may be nothing. We may be nothing… but nothing really matters.
Blu-ray Special Features:
- 1080p presentation on Blu-ray / progressive encode on the DVD. The film looks great and makes the most of the beautiful, naturalistic cinematography and the occasionally expressionistic sequence.
- Optional 5.1 and Stereo audio. Very impressive sound separation and clarity.
- Optional English SDH subtitles.
- Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction. Sophie Huber’s acclaimed 2012 documentary is an impressionistic portrait of the iconic actor, musician and man, including candid scenes with Stanton, David Lynch, Wim Wenders, Kris Kristofferson, and Debbie Harry. This is a great addition to the new Blu-ray release from Eureka Entertainment. It’s like getting two for the price of one and makes owning this a must for any admirer of Stanton and his art. Stanton plays it cool throughout, some would say he seems indifferent to everything around him, yet he’s honest, witty—albeit with a dark, desert-dry humour. David Lynch drops in to sing his praises, talk about coffee, and smoke alongside his longtime pal. He asks Harry Dean “how would you describe yourself?” His deadpan reply is “nothing. There is no self.” He doesn’t really give much away throughout the whole 77-minute documentary, but by the end we feel we’ve got to know him—and he is most himself when he sings several of his favourite beautifully rendered ballads. So, we realise that Lucky was a character he was playing, but there was certainly a lot of his essence in there.
- 14-minute interview with director John Carroll Lynch. In which he talks about how he came to be involved with the project. Originally approached to only act in the film, it wasn’t until the project was well into development by the writers that they talked him into directing. He describes treating the desert as a member of the cast and, of course, praises Harry Dean’s beautiful interpretation of the character.
- 28-minute interview with writers/producers Logan Sparks and Drago Sumonja in which they talk about having known Harry Dean Stanton, the man, and how they began writing the script around Harry Dean Stanton, the myth. Inspired by the characters he had played on screen and the stories they had heard about him. It’s clear the film is an honest fiction that was written as a vehicle for Harry Dean and him alone. It seems as honest a portrait as the accompanying documentary—perhaps all our lives are, indeed, partly fiction.
- PLUS: A collector’s booklet featuring a new essay by Jason Wood, exclusive behind-the-scenes stills, Headin’ North at 110 per. A personal memory of Harry Dean Stanton by co-writer Logan Sparks and the transcript of a Q&A with director John Carroll Lynch. The accompanying booklet is beautiful, poignantly written after the event, so it’s not a cobbled-together collection of ‘clippings’ but represents a seriously considered tribute to the film’s late great star. The first piece, Headin’ North at 110 Per was written by Logan Sparks just hours after Harry Dean Stanton’s death in 2017. He reminisces about their first meeting and the deep friendship that developed over the years. He tells us how Harry Dean was his Best Man, he named his son after him and he held his hand as he exhaled for the last time… This is a very personal heartfelt tribute, accompanied by some candid photographs Sparks took during filming. Harry Dean Stanton: Wild at Heart by Jason Wood is a detailed biography and overview of the actor’s career, including comments from those involved with making Lucky alongside some excellent behind-the-scenes images. There’s also an interview with John Carroll Lynch conducted prior to Harry Dean Stanton’s death.
Cast & Crew
director: John Carroll Lynch.
writers: Logan Sparks & Drago Sumonja.
starring: Harry Dean Stanton, David Lynch, Ron Livingston, Ed Begley Jr. & Tom Skerritt
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