When wealth is passed off as merit, bad luck is seen as bad character. This is how ideologues justify punishing the sick and the poor. But poverty is neither a crime nor a character flaw. Stigmatise those who let people die, not those who struggle to live.Sarah Kendzior, A government shutdown, a social breakdown (via thenegrotude)
Harry Dean Stanton is a man of few words. As such, he often exists as the ultimate blank slate: Security Guard, Man in Hat, “Bret.”
His newest role in Partly Fiction explores typically uncharted territory: Stanton himself. Fiction, by director Sophie Huber, is a moody and often complex voyage into the inner workings of a shrewd but uncalculated man.
And yet, how I think of Harry Dean Stanton—beneath the cool Taoist veneer—is as the “ignorant son-of-a-bitch” father in Pretty in Pink, openly vulnerable in the face of a shrieking Molly Ringwald, trying to forget a wife who abandoned them both. Behind his utterances of nothing and no one is Aristotle’s Philia—a dispassionate virtuous love, maybe, often rooted in mere acceptance, but there nonetheless.
Read my interview with Harry Dean Stanton