Synopsis: Four 1950's cultural icons (Albert Einstein, Marilyn Monroe, Joe DiMaggio and Senator Joseph MacCarthy) who conceivably could have met and probably didn't, fictionally do in this modern fable of post-WWII America. Visually intriguing, the film has a fluid progression of flash-backs and flash-forwards centering on the fictional Einstein's current observations, childhood memories and apprehensions for the future.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Nicolas Roeg
  1 win & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
109 min

# I came by this morning #

# Your friend said you'd moved on #

# Gone without a warning #

# Only leaves a need in me #

# When your heart runs out of time #

# When you're up against the night #

# I can help you stand alone #

# In the dying of the light #

# When your heart runs out of time #

# I will never let you go #

# I can help you dream again #

# In a world you'd love to know ##

All right. I'll be right there.

Tell 'em where to put it.

- What do you think?

- I'm ready.

I'd say that's okay. Take it to "B."

Give me some focus, would you?

I need... I need some more light here.

Hold it there!

- You got it all wrong.

- Get out of here.

Let's have some more fizz here.

Come on. Come on.

- Come on, guys. Get-Get...

- Hold... That's it.

Don't tell me. Nothing's right.

What can I do?

Okay, that's great. That's perfect.

It's thick. All of them are...

A minute, 28. I know. What about, uh...

...and there at the plate... He steals home!

We got this. Try for a reverse.

She there yet?

- I can't see.

- Can't see nothin'?

- Just the stars.

- Screw the stars.

I like the stars.

You look at the stars, and you feel like

tomorrow you can do anything...

kiss that girl, walk on the grass.

Stars won't think the worse of you.

Stars won't even notice.

Know what I mean?

Is she there yet,

you philosophical fuckin' bastard?

- That's her.

- I can't see a fuckin' thing.

If I can't see nothin', how do I know

when to hit the fuckin' fan?

- You guys ready?

- Yep.

I was ready last time.

And the time before that!

Ready, ma'am? This is a take.

All right now. Stand back

and make way, please, gentlemen!

Just get it right this time.

I ain't in no hurry.

I hope you go blind.

- Go fan.

- Go.

Jesus! Ow.

Move, by God! Move to me!

It's the breeze from the subway.

Isn't it delicious?

That's a kind of interesting point of view.

Okay. Cut!

What'd you see?

What'd you see? Did you see anything?

I saw the face of God.


Uh, you know that according

to the laws of probability...

you drink a glass of water,

you drink a little piece of Napoleon's crap.

Maybe even Mussolini's.

But more like Napoleon,

'cause he's been dead longer.

This way. It's for Life magazine!

Hey, watch out for my leg, buddy.


Hey. Honey. Honey!


Who does she think she is?

- You think that's cute, don't you?

- Yeah.

Boy, what a night!

Oh, would you mind?

For two minutes, I wait eight hours?

Anything for money.

Wherever it is you're taking me...

I don't wanna go.

Now, Attila the Hun,

he's a dead cert, see?

'Cause he's been gone too long.

So don't you see? All of us, we're all part

of that great fuckin' alimentary canal.

- Hmm.

- Did you know that?

# You're gone again this morning #

# How long will you #

# Keep running on and on? #

# Can't you see the warning? ##





Yes, yes.

- Professor.

- Yes.

Good evening, Professor.

It sure is a dog of a night.

Sorry to bother you so late.

But, uh, I thought that there was

something that had to be said...

and it's gotta be said before the morning.

Yep, it sure is a dog of a night.

Tomorrow's gonna be a dog of a day.


Is this the stuff you hump around

with you all the time?

Must be a few years' work right there, huh?

I'm not an educated man myself, Professor,

but I sure would love to know what you know.

I guess I'm just a man

who likes to know things.

Hey, do you know

where there's a five-and-dime?

An all-night store or somethin'.

I need a few things.

Well, I don't know, ma'am.

I was told to take you straight to your des...

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