
Men and women have been asking themselves the same question for twenty-five years. I’m not sure we’re any closer to an answer.
Cinematic Passion & Perspective
Men and women have been asking themselves the same question for twenty-five years. I’m not sure we’re any closer to an answer.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
Jon Favreau serves up a vibrant and tasty film that considers the balance between the artist and the critic.
An unexpectedly fun film that reminds us that if we keep trying to do something long enough, we’re bound to get it right eventually.
Living for entire centuries isn’t just flirting with despair and isolation. It’s a goddamned invitation.
Perhaps the allure of folk music is the quiet comfort in hearing about characters who have it worse than us.
We all want a taste of the finer things. Few are willing to work for it; many are willing to hustle for it.