Movies make me cry. Some say unnecessarily, so but it is just a fact of who I am.
Most of the time, we still loves others.
Love stems from the religious impulse to merge with the great beyond.
Life can be taxing on a trophy wife and pills are more fun than a therapist. Knowledge is power.
“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.” — Westley
I devoured the movie with my girlfriends. We laughed, and sighed, and finished two bottles of pinot. But I watched us with newfound guilt. We wanted what we saw. We expected what we were told.
Women make up half the population, and among us there are those who would gladly prioritize the pursuit of a high-powered career over other aspects of our lives. There is nothing odd about that, and such a woman isn’t left with some sort of void to fill, as the film industry so often implies.
This movie is not about rooting for the collapse of the American (and world) economy. What this movie is about is rooting for the exposure of corruption.
People often ask me what I do and when I tell them that I make horror films they laugh at me. In my face. It’s really upsetting.
Recently I had a word with the Newcastle upon Tyne based filmmaker D.J. Devereux about his most recent project, a Lynchian-esque collaboration with Crohn’s & Colitis UK called ‘You Are Not Alone.’