Remembrance has been at the back of my mind because, at the end of this column, I will, in all likelihood, ever write about film again.
I read some 10 negative reviews and had three different friends and my brother tell me to save my money, and I still went to see BVS. I am a slave to this genre.
What is known is almost every scene in “The Room” begins with someone entering a space, and ends with someone leaving it, and if that is not symbolism then I do not know what is.
I don’t believe I’m inhuman, but I have been desensitized.
I like to believe that the emphasis placed on a strong beard in these films is not due to the lack of cheap Gillette razors but to the evocation of the battle for justice and a bygone way of life that the beard symbolizes.
Instead of basing his film on his own self-importance, his self-sacrifice in the name of "truth," Spike Lee offers us a fantastical but equally salient portrait of America.
Go see “The Big Short.” Laugh, have a good time. And then let the pain sink in.
This is what it looks like when we remove the beer goggles: the deaths of rockstars are ugly, minimalist, unsurprising.
But, his name is my name, and names and legacies do not make an individual. They are inescapable and immutable; they help shape an identity, but they do not define that identity.
Just consider this: “Creed” is so good that it took two writers to review it.