It’s on his face, expensive taste.
I have to admit, this is one of my favorite reaction shots in all of cinema.
Look at him. He’s just so damn happy. I couldn’t look that happy if I ingested ten pounds of meth and pulled the corners of my lips up with clothes hangers.
And why, might you ask, is this bespectacled goofball so happy? Uschi Digard is across the room from him, and she’s not wearing clothes. If you don’t know what Uschi Digard looked like in the ’70s… well, she looked like this:
Gotta admit, I’d be pretty thrilled too. Still don’t think I could pull that face, though.
(Stills from Edward Montoro’s Getting Into Heaven.)
