My Own Private Idaho has a strange feel to it. It’s indescribable—that sort of feeling of standing in a field before a storm. How for miles there stretches a lonely expanse of grass, your only company the clouds waiting far off. It is not ominous, you are not fearful. You cannot be fearful when the storm is inevitable.
Mike Waters is a boy lost. A gay hustler in the 90s, he is on a desperate search for his mother with…
I don't really know how to watch movies without rain. I don't know how to be without rain. I don't know how to do a lot of things. I don't know how to watch sunsets without feeling my heart skip, I don't know how to think about my future without an overwhelming fear, I don't know how to talk about this movie without crying.
Over the course of this movie, you get to know Merab. You learn his eccentricities, how…
It’s weird describing Velvet Goldmine, or rather, it’s weird watching it. I first watched it in May of last year. Without getting too much into details, I think I was a different person then, I think I was sadder.
So you watch it. You sit down, you let yourself be carried away by these rock stars, their lives fueled by music and drugs, love. Maybe you watch it and you don’t know what to think. It’s a little weird, it…