Hoffman creates a New York of indeterminate time — he listens to
a tape walkman, wanders dark and gritty streets reminiscent of pre-Giuliani filthiness, the drug - use even has a faint mid-80s feel, while any mention of politics or 9/11 are noticeable by their absence.
Not exact matches
With only his
walkman and the mix
tape his mother made him, he runs away from the pain.
Peter Quill, within the preview scene, is just as lost as any audience member in this gritty, overly colorful alien world, and gives a first hint at the nostalgic importance of his
walkman with the mix
tape that's been playing that Blue Swede song I haven't been able to get out of my head since the teaser trailer.