"You think he's a big star but there's no such thing as a big star. You look up at the sky, you know, you see star light... that's all you see.. those stars died a billion years ago. Those stars are dead."

"Hearts of Fire is an attempt at using myths and truths of a recent past to tell a new story. It's one that starts off pretty good, in a nonsense sort of way, but loses the plot, and a bit of steam, in the latter half. There's definitely some cringe pasta boiling throughout the movie, with plenty of sweaty-choices of regrettable seasonings peppered into the plot, to pair with a lot of [wine..ing] "You've been chopping onions." But, with all of that said, I am a fan of the mystical outhouse being that is Bob Dylan, and with that filtered mind-bend, I feel there's still some legendarily worthwhile reasons to watch this. There's this hysterical fake punch scene, the fact that this cursed movie probably killed director Richard Marquand, who died of a stroke after making it, and Dylan's character having sudden outbursts of anger, smashing stuff up, or poetic waxing, talking about chicken farms and not being fired out of a cannon, it's all mythologizing reality, trying desperately to escape the carnival while simultaneously leading the parade, and I, a fellow cosmic jester of a fool, am here for it." -Letterboxd