A love letter to a pair of cinematic giants who both lived for – and through – cinema.
Author: Ryan McNeil
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
There’s sex and there’s love. What we find in-between is both ugly and beautiful.
Just go to the dance hall and visit your very obscure, not to be identified by name friends.
That rare moment where you don’t have to check your brain at the door to enjoy a blockbuster.
It’s rare that I can say this about a complete film, but “Hey man, nice shot!”
In a family dynamic, subtle gestures can have profound meaning.
Pride. Tragedy. Sheep. Icelandic-style.
When the grid goes down, we are all going to be SO screwed.
There’s a feeling we all experience as we slip in and out of sleep, one that’s both calming and frightening. This film is about that feeling.
Courtney Small joins me in the Lightbox lobby as TIFF 2015 coverage continues.
A first time director explores the stillness and tension that comes part and parcel with grief.