Midnight Cowboy has so much going for it from its original X rated rating, gay / buddy film subtext to Dustin Hoffman's epic coughing fits which make you want to mute the sound. It's beautifully seedy much like the NYC of its time where it was filmed.
Take a Sunday morning wake & bake, skip the shower and long for a sleazier albeit simpler time as you watch this for the first or thirtieth time.
My first peek into the Factory Art Party scene in this film set the bar high (pun intended) for me. I guess I was born too late.