
As winter creeps in, a film arrives giving me a song to sing in my head…which is a good thing because it will leave my heart empty.
Cinematic Passion & Perspective
As winter creeps in, a film arrives giving me a song to sing in my head…which is a good thing because it will leave my heart empty.
It’s amazing how sharp and influential a piece of art can seem eighty-five years after it was created.
I was ill-equipped to hold court with black private dick that’s a sex machine to all the chicks. So for once, I asked for guidance.
It was bound to happen eventually: The realization that I wasn’t as blind as I thought. But what would that mean for the first watch of this classic?