I used to love movies. I still do, but I used to, too.
Jean Arthur fanboy.
I hate that we have to grow up.
The world through the eyes of a child is one of infinite possibility. Step into their shoes for one day and see an oasis of untapped potential. Where you can do anything if you try hard enough. As long as you do what you know to be right. Commit your civil duty. And do good by your fellow man (boy?), all will be right in the world.
For a child, there’s no…
Spring. A baby is born. Life. He lives in a floating monastery in the middle of a lake. Amongst trees of centuries old and mountain-tops, buried deep in leafy-green foliage. Nature. The young boy lives with an older man. They’re monks. Buddhist monks. Faith. The boy ties a stone to a frog. To a fish. To a snake. He laughs, watching on with glee as they struggle with their new-found burdens. The elder monk returns the favour, tying a boulder…
Love the atmosphere of this thing. If its old hat classic noir sensibilities are akin to ready-to-spread butter, the sweat-soaked bed-scapades of the 80’s is surely the hot knife.
Maybe still, it’s the other way around. Truly, a pitcher of cool H2O and a handful of your closest painkiller come well advised. Or risk not seeing through the smoke of lust turned greed. And have the metallic bite of primal juice blind all in the way of so-called reason or…
Best movie of 2020. More thoughts on rewatch.
Just wanted to drop a note here to explain my (relative) recent absence. I’m off out on holidays (hiking, mountain biking, pier diving, stumbling upon the first ever cow, the lot) and will be and more for the next week and change. A bit of well-needed recharge away from the keyboard etc., you get it. Don’t plan on writing or the like (unless I really, really get that itch) but I’ll try to drop in when I can to say hello. Other than that, much love and I’ll see you all on the other side.
Ouch. This broke me.
I generally try to stay away from being overly personal with my writing on here for fear of oversharing but it feels only appropriate here.
My grandparents on my mothers side are creeping into their nineties. Obviously, this is an achievement in and of itself and we're very fortunate that they've lived such long, fruitful lives, including my formative years.
Naturally, with age they are becoming less and less able. It's painful and uncomfortable to watch…
Chris Pine looks *just* like one of the Team America puppets and it is so, so distracting.
This movie’s heart is in the right place + it sure feels straight out of the 80s + I can’t stress enough how good it feels to sit in a theatre. It’s cheesy and silly and corny and dumb and the more I think about it the less I can bring myself to hate on it. It’s a pretty refreshing change of pace for 2020 all things considered.