It’s difficult to articulate Alabama’s, and by extension Patricia Arquette’s charm in the 1993 film True Romance. It’s somewhere close to a fairy princess that has fallen from her tower to earth and landed near a pack of Chesterfields, a cubic zirconia wedding band, and a hamburger stand in Hollywood. The only one for her is Christian Slater’s depiction of a midwesterner who drives a Cadillac, talks to Elvis, and literally kills for her love. If she is the dream, he is the one that prevents it from being dashed by reality. That’s a tall order but it happened in the only place it could—the land of dreams: Hollywood California
