The cornerstone of the '90s clause: a Palme d’Or winner that resurrected Travolta, minted a decade of imitators who never got the joke, and made dialogue itself the set piece. Thumb up — this one built the wing of the church I worship in.
Told out of order and yet every account settles: the briefcase, the watch, the diner, all itemized and closed by the final scene — which is chronologically the middle, and the ledger STILL balances. The 46-minute overage is waived. Thumb up.