Spitball Army

“Inside Llewyn Davis” at Birmingham’s Carmike Summit

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Bags of cinnamon-scented pine cones are in the back seat. When I open the driver-side door, the interior of my truck smells like a cookie.

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Watching Golden Boy with Mom. There is a black character named Chocolate Drop. Did I mention the film was made in 1939?

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Made cookies for work tomorrow: mint-chocolate chip in shortbread sprinkled slightly with cayenne and salt. I call them “confused cookies.”

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Card is untitled on its front.

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Really less a film than a document, and proves what a great debt the early Beatles owed to the Marx Brothers.

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Perhaps the best among the sub-genre of Pacific Northwest character-driven ensemble dramedies. And that includes Juno.

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It’s clear in its opening moments that the film is about perception, then a shot of sunlight through trees seals the deal.

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It’s Avatar for gamers, Godzilla for fanboys, and a whole lot of indistinct monster shapes filmed in darkness and smoke.

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Confession: I watch more films than I should. Snotty Opinion: The vast quantity of movies that I have seen over the last half-century makes me uniquely qualified to judge their merits in relation to all other films. Result: I have compiled a list, below, of films I watched over the last twelve months that I […]

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