I grew up loving movies maybe more than anything else, and Letterboxd has reminded me that I still do.

2016
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Just as art imitates life, sometimes it justifies it own, too. I watched "Paterson" the other night not because I'm a film junkie and needed the purist’s hit of Jim Jarmusch so much as there was the weeist bit of serendipity involved, the slightest hint of synchronicity to the matter, and I was left with no choice, really.
Please, bear with me.
It's like this: I’ve had a somewhat loving, somewhat strained relationship with writing for as long as I…