Santa Barbara 1979.
An old white car sits in a car park engulfed in flames while a mother and son look on from the window of a grocery store.
This kind of beginning of a film is rare. The rarest kind of intrigue that doesn’t require the usual conversation of – “Oh you just have to get into it a bit first before it picks up.” There’s none of that and that is why this film is classified as my third favourite film of all time.