Apr 7, 2019
POPEYE (1980) was the second film I ever saw. I must have been four or five. Even now, seaside towns have a strange familiarity to me, which I suspect stems from this film—it doesn’t matter where it is, I always feel I’ve been there before, and I know the taverns and coffeehouses. I feel strangely invulnerable in seaside towns; they are like lingering enclaves of the gentle Saturdays of my childhood.
The scene that stayed with me most though: the underwater octopus. That angry eye, distorted by the ripples of the sea—wonderfully terrifying.
