Love letter to one of the crazy chicks in Fallen Angels. 2.1

Dear Charlie:

You walk on, half way through the movie, and steal the show. You do this by slugging the mooch and bumming a nickel off him. On the phone, you think you are being proposed to, but discover that you are being jilted instead — and you don’t miss a beat — you just plan your revenge.  You maintain your fundamental belief in physical violence.

You are relentless. Apartment buildings, inflatable dolls, noodle joints, soccer stadiums, professional mooches on their FZR600s: Nothing withstands you.

Alas, your quarry escapes.

You don’t waste time. You change directions. You take the only option left to Wang Kar-wai heroines. 

And, you don’t look back, even at the man you’ve left bleeding on the snack bar floor.