Falling Down, 1993 - ★★★½
32 years later, with Los Angeles erupting in class, race, and federal/state violence, this film hits just as hard as ever.
Do we still sympathize with D-Fens, now that a nation fueled with his resentments is bursting into flames in the same setting?
Did we ever? I vaguely remember feeling a transgressive thrill when D-Fens bests the gang-bangers, or forces Rick to give him breakfast.
“I’m the bad guy?”
“They lie to everyone”
This violence and resentment has always been in us.