I wouldn’t have cared about Harlem. I wouldn’t have understood the fillet mignon versus pastrami sandwich metaphor. I wouldn’t have recognized Washington Square Park. I wouldn’t have felt a thing about gentrification nor disability. I wouldn’t have seen the film the way I did IF... IF...
Call her not wicked, that word’s touch consumes her like a curse, but love her not too much, too much, for that is even worse. Oh she was neither good nor bad, but innocent and wild. Enshrine her and she dies, who had a hard heart of a child.