Bryce would be a great kid from the get-go if his dad had died instead of his grandma. Also, if I had gone to that school as a kid I would have been in LOVE with Juli.

This movie is a fundamental text for me. It’s just so good.

Love how everything could have gone smoothly, but Ben Kingsley thought his employee was too busted to pull Mary McDonnell.

“God tells a man to sacrifice his own son. The man has faith, and he will do it. He doesn't ask why. Maybe Abraham, as he binds his son, knows why they are there. I don't anymore.“

We had a period there in the nineties where hyper regional, working class narratives seemed to be all the rage. Real salt of the earth cinema, in a way. Most of them were horrifically depressing and had no chance for wide appeal, but thank God there was an opening for them. I miss them.