It’s difficult to make a film, let alone a good one. It’s extremely difficult to make a film that captures an idea to its barren core that fully understands said idea. And in this case its the eternal virtue that permeates every living and breathing human on this planet. Love.
Films that attempt to tackle love are more often than not associated with the assumption of being overdramatic, shallow, emotionally manipulative, and the like. However, when a film does come…
One’s past is a spell binding cast of regret, excitement, love, hate, sadness, and everything in between. The past is difficult to truly comprehend. It’s difficult to wrestle with. And It’s extraordinarily difficult to let go of.
Cowboy Bebop is more than just a fantastical story of a rag tag group of endearing and flawed individuals. It’s a story of family and the bond of love that grows from unexpected places. It’s a story of regret and the eventual realizations…
Just give me the fucking number! Or I’m gonna fucking kill you!
The only way to survive and thrive in life is to have love, particularly from that special someone who understands your internal torments. It’s those very specific moments that you share with someone where everything makes perfect sense; the incidental chaos fades away, the pent up frustrations wither away, the heavy realities of life dissolve, and what is left is perfection. Don’t take it from me though, I…
I’m gonna gouge your fuckin’ eyes out!
Cacophonous obsession towards perfection. Artistic mastery pushed to the breaking point. The human limit met. Whiplash: an all encompassing journey through the psyche of a psychotic, obsessed driven, dynamic of the maestro and the pupil.
A lasting impression is always a goal for anyone trying to strive towards something great, whether that be in ones career, or impressing the highest levels of academia, or rather, it might be becoming one of the greatest…
