
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.
In watching a classic western, I realize that it has actually shaped my whole appreciation for the genre.
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?
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.