Vive Le Surrealisme.

Somewhere in the middle of my elementary school years, I was leafing through one of my mother's Famous Artists volumes and stumbled upon The Persistence of Memory. My eyes moved across it with dread as its sinister furnishings revealed themselves. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Is that...? It can't be. Why is there...... Continue Reading →

I Said I Wasn’t Going to Do This.

I had no intention of writing about Charlie Kaufman's I'm Thinking of Ending Things, which I watched over the weekend. In fact, having been discouraged by the trailer with its seemingly affected aesthetic and almost comic timing, I nearly didn't watch the film at all - but acquiesced after some new information reignited my hope.... Continue Reading →

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