“No, fuck you Montgomery Brogan”
More than any other movie I can think of, and no matter how many times I’ve seen it, “25th Hour” has always gotten to me. I remember describing it to my parents in a restaurant once and being surprised and a bit embarrassed when I started tearing up. It was really the first movie I can think of that dealt, however obliquely, with 9/11, and I think it captures the raw and confused feelings of that time far more poignantly than its more obviously topical successors. The subtlety and lyricism of scenes like this one, a seething condemnation of New York City that obviously merely masks Brogan’s deeply held love for his hometown, are why it remains one of my absolute favorite movies today.
Oh, and just a warning—some may find this offensive.