*Not a review, but a letter for now*
To Coach Greenwod,
At the start of my freshman year, I came onto your football team ready to be your starting QB and LB. I thought I deserved to be the leading man on both sides of the field, that I was better than the rest on the team.
But as the practices rolled along, you didn't show I was your favorite. I struggled under your new offense and I didn't make…
When you're an asshole, you lose your girlfriend.
When you lose your girlfriend, you get drunk at Harvard.
When you get drunk at Harvard, you rant on the Internet.
When you rant on the Internet, you make FaceMash.com.
When you make FaceMash.com, you crash the system.
When the system crashes, twins that row crew ask for your help (you hate crew).
When you hate crew, you steal their idea.
When you steal their idea, it becomes big.
When it becomes…
I re-watched Mud tonight to see if it could live up to my previous viewing. Much like The Place Beyond the Pines, it does add up but it actually improved. TPBTP had one of the greatest acts of the century but faltered after its first 40 minutes. Jeff Nichols’s Mud, however, doesn’t ever really falter at all – consistently great cinema.
What my re-watch showed me, was that it gets the little things right to amplify the big picture of…