Manglehorn

Freda recommended this movie on Netflix--I'd never heard of it--and I just watched it in the middle of the night.

Starring Al Pacino as a gritty, eccentric Texas locksmith and former coach, Manglehorn is more like a visual poem or collage, intriguing enough I already want to watch it again.  An old man still in love with a woman named Clara,  he writes letters to her every day for years, letters that always come back marked "Return to Sender."

He has a cat he loves, a friend at the bank (Holly Hunter) who'd like more than friendship, a wealthy commodities-trader son, a granddaughter, and some story-swapping guys at the Legion. To his son, he says, "You piss me off but I love ya."

Mostly, his life revolves around checking the mail, storing hundreds of returned letters in a file cabinet, and talking to the long-absent and mysterious Clara more than to the people around him.  Dialogue weaves around the voices and memories in his head, and not all questions get answered.