The city Woody Allen wrote about no longer exists. It has been gentrified, homogenized, sanitized, and Disneyfied. At one point in the film while watching a historic building get gutted, Isaac says that the city is really changing. Well if he thought that was change, I wonder what he’d even recognize the city to come sixteen years later.
Faith can be a pretty powerful thing.
I’m almost ashamed to admit that I’m not in touch with Canadian cinema the way I should be. For this reason, brilliance like PONTYPOOL gets past me like a slow wobbling lob-in from the red line. Already on DVD in Canada, and hitting DVD shelves Stateside later this month, PONTYPOOL is a thriller from director…
This ain’t your dady’s Sherlock.
The still waters o sadness can run pretty deep.
No matter how much time passes or how well you know the other person, love never gets less complicated.
Good luck maestro…you’re gonna need it.
