I used to work in a grocery store deli. Most of the customers would be regulars, coming daily to get the same half-pound portions of meats, cheeses, and salads. As time went on, you began to learn the little quirks for each one; Some were kind, some were funny, some were rude, but most were simply trying to get their food and go. Regardless, I was a part of their routine as much as they were a part of mine,…
This review is a critical look at Sound of Metal's exclusionary stance towards cochlear implants, and the ways in which it personally demeans me as a hard of hearing individual with the procedure. Sound of Metal is a worthwhile film that takes a staunchly traditionalist perspective on deafness, and while I would ultimately recommend it for the mere fact that it is one of the few fictional features that attempts to depict a "deaf perspective," that it comes at the…
Possibly more interesting than the movie itself, as it lays bare the staggering excess of ambition (and perhaps egotism) that is needed to bring such a movie as Magnolia to fruition.
Were there ever a set I wouldn't want to be a fly on the wall for, this is it - while the wonders of filmmaking are absolutely present in the footage documented, the sheer exhaustion and frustration that bleeds through it all, through this overlong shoot where PTA is…
A film for the love of food, the love of flavor, the love of life that only something so pure and uncomplicated and perfect in its simplicity as a clove of garlic can inspire - after all, that burst of flavor is the kick of life. Garlic cures hunger, it cures mundanity, it cures the heart and it cures the soul. It is wholly good, entirely perfect, and easily as good as ten mothers...
...and Les Blank just gets it
This movie is the ultimate love letter to garlic, and maybe just to life at large.
Nothing but pure joy the whole way through!
There was a time in my life where I longed to die.
Wake up, go to class, go to work, go to bed. Wash, rinse, repeat. The tedium, the monotony, a mask to help me confront the crushing loneliness I felt at the time. Wake up, go to class, go to work, go to bed. Wash, rinse, repeat. I wanted to heal the hole in my heart, but no matter how often I reached out, I only seemed to be…