There are a couple of films that make me stop in my tracks when they’re showing on TV. There’s Terminator, the low-budget, breathlessly-paced original that’s superior to all other man-versus-machine movies. Notting Hill -- who wouldn’t cave in to the chemistry between Hugh and Julia? And, Frankie & Johnny, the 1991 Garry Marshall film starring Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer, because of Claire de Lune.
Frankie & Johnny will never make anyone’s all-time best list. But I watch it anyway when it’s on, till the very last sequence. Different couples, straight and gay, lie in bed in tight embrace. They’re cautious about love, disinclined to get into serious commitment, but are all desperately lonely. All’s well when the moon lights up the New York sky, and the most beautiful piece of music plays, Debussy’s Claire de Lune.
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