Using this to log my third time through the entire show. Barbeque sauce.
This magnificent piece of television has been particularly comforting this time around. It is smart and dumb, witty and fun, heartwarming and life-affirming, in all of its homecooked biscuits and hot brown water. A man plucked from the Midwest finds himself in charge of a fractured, mediocre football team and molds them into a finely-tuned Swiss watch. The characters are so fully realized and absolutely magnetic to…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Can I talk for a second about how utterly romantic I find umbrellas to be?
This unassuming domed cloth stuck onto a stick, some with a flourish of a curved handle, that we hoist over our heads to shield us from the elements. Rain, wind, sun, 'tis no match for the umbrella. It pops open with a satisfying whUUMp and keeps you dry. Listen to the pitter-patter of the rain just above your head, droplets falling from thousands of feet…
Does the worst thing a film at this budget level can do: be bland.
Hold onto things that inspire you to live.
What a vibrant film. And I want to emphasize vibrant here. In a maximum security prison — probably a soulless and sad husk of a place in the general public's mind — Greg Kwedar, Pat Scola, and the ensemble cast find a way to make a film that teems with life. In Divine G's cramped triangular cell, the enrapturing orange of a sodium vapor streetlight. In the RTA's meeting room, the diffused…
five years later and pringles still hasn't made their cans any bigger
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and it's finally out.
so funny and so sad all at once.
i think i dissociated a long time ago.
and that i'm using movies to find my way back.
i don't know if it's going to work.
but it's the closest i've gotten so far.
and that's gotta count for something, right?
so for that, thank you bo.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
It's the little things. It always is.
The notion isn't anything new. I don't even know how many times I've heard someone say to focus on the little things, that beauty is in the mundane. I feel like I've practically got it imprinted on my brain, and yet, when Joe lays 22's trinkets on the piano and flips through the tiny moments of his own life as he plays the best song of the film, I couldn't help but be…
