Was a little out of it for this one. All I remember is Jon Voight getting fired from the KGB for including weird fantasies about him and the Gipper having hot gay cowboy sex in all his briefings, the length of which caused a cost overrun in paper so large that it precipitated the fall of the Soviet Union. And also when young Ronnie is about to get his ass beat by some neighborhood ruffians and his mom says in…

Kept falling asleep (unrelated to the movie) and every time I woke back up he was doing the Tom Cruise run again. It felt pretty magical. Not that I understood any of what was going on. 

I imagine this is what it feels like to get a lethal dose of morphine. You know you’re dying, but it’s a merciful death. And just as the doctor withdraws the syrette, your daughter fights through tears to ask if you remember who she is. But…

The morning after Lynch died, I remember heading out to go to work and hearing an unusual sound behind my house. I knew it was a bird, but not one I was used to; the only birds I tended to hear in the mornings were Crows, Blue Jays, Carolina Chickadees, and the occasional Pileated Woodpecker. But this was new. And it was loud. There were a lot of birds. So I walked over to see a cloud of what looked to be…

I feel bad praising a monument to Satan in a city whose sole industry is degeneracy and irresponsible excess. But the sphere was a cool experience. Let the lesson be to just make imax a little better aspect ratio wise so no cinephile needs to make a pilgrimage to this piece of shit city

Ironically detracted by the oddly heavy handed storytelling about forever growth construction (completely lost on an audience of builders during the week of the international builder…