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.
Tag: sk on movies
In watching a classic western, I realize that it has actually shaped my whole appreciation for the genre.
School’s out for summer, but some teachers will stay with us forever.
Thoughts on a patient classic in an impatient age.
It’s amazing how sharp and influential a piece of art can seem eighty-five years after it was created.
Peace be with you: A reading from The Gospel according to Saint Denys…
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?
Where Blind Spots are concerned, it feels like I’m ending 2013 where I started.
Look at film long enough, eventually it looks back.
Sergei Eisenstein serves up the best bowl of spinach I have ever taste
As I finished a gem by a filmmaker I love, a surprise was waiting for me – a surprise I’ve yet to find in this whole watching series.