A diary of reflections on cinema, and about how or if film can represent my life’s past and current trajectory. A showcase of my own personal and subjective reactions to moments in film which resonate deeply with me.
It will not pretend to be a formal work of film analysis, nor will it make any pretense at being a knowing or hip forum for criticism. Frequent expressions of astonishment, outrage, and adult doses of ranting and raving should be expected.
