John Mahoney in Say Anything... (dir. Cameron Crowe, 1989).
What raises this film a notch above other late eighties seriocomic teen romances is the restrained but consistent weltuntergangstimmung that coasts beneath its calculated bittersweetness like a big gray shark. Well, maybe not that restrained: at one point John Cusack leaves a phone message in which he suggests that one possible factor in his temporary breakup with Ione Skye is the possibility that "the world is a blur of food and sex and spectacle and everyone is just hurtling towards Necropolis." So there's that. But the ending would have been so much better without the ding.
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