Johnny 🦞

Johnny 🦞

Favorite films

  • The Empire Strikes Back
  • The Master
  • Mulholland Drive
  • The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

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  • Under the Silver Lake

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  • Metropolis

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  • Spider-Man: Far from Home

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  • Spider-Man: No Way Home

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  • Yi Yi

    Yi Yi

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    Here I am.

    Driving down the winding roads of downtown as the sun slips behind the horizon. Fluorescent lights pour from towers of concrete before bleeding and spilling across the reflection of my windshield like some kind of constellation of bulbs raging against the inevitable night.

    Here, it's vibrant. Surrounded by so many lives being lived all at once. A symphony of secrets and tragedies blooming in a layer cake of existence. The big bang of urban development, our metallic…

  • Eyes Without a Face

    Eyes Without a Face

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    You carry the memory of your past wounds in the eyes. Skin and bone heal in time, turning any cut or bruise into a pink keepsake streak of scar tissue. But the eyes hold an impression of every injury. A record that goes unchanged and unchecked.

    It’s there. Beyond the nose and mouth. Beyond words and action. Look long enough and you'll find it just past the pupils. The dark nuclei of dried blood turned black staring back; twin roads…

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  • The Last Picture Show

    The Last Picture Show

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    Recollect the geography of your childhood. Conjure the streets and buildings that occupied the significant memories of your earliest years. How easily you can call upon the picture. Full of the life that created them, even still.

    Though you left those places and moved on, it's remarkable how much they're still a part of you. For better or worse, they never left. You carried them with you through time. Noting how and when somewhere new reminded you of somewhere once…

  • Taxi Driver

    Taxi Driver

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    For centuries, masculine narratives hypnotized young men into believing that true heroes rode horses and carried pistols they never feared to fire; romanticism of the lone ranger. In the face of the enemy, heroism was just a quick draw and a trigger pull away. The cinematic delusion that violence and valor were somehow intertwined, synonymous in the pursuit of existential validation.

    Thus, as those prairie towns laid pavement in every direction and the horses fled their hitch, cowboys returned home…