The hardest part of learning to live with myself was learning to accept that I wasn't selfish for being depressed, that there was a future left for me where I wasn't fated to live as a husk of myself until the end of my days.
I don't know when my erosion began. I don't know when I began to pull away, to pull inside, to let myself be defined by what I thought I lacked. I don't know when I…
I used to work in a grocery store deli. Most of the customers would be regulars, coming daily to get the same half-pound portions of meats, cheeses, and salads. As time went on, you began to learn the little quirks for each one; Some were kind, some were funny, some were rude, but most were simply trying to get their food and go. Regardless, I was a part of their routine as much as they were a part of mine,…
Heavy-handed yes, but always with heart - accepting the drama of stories cut from this cloth as-is even knowing their construction are almost guaranteed to be rote allows us to stop robbing ourselves of the emotional realities they explore.
It's okay to feel sad watching this, because there's clearly an empathetic hand guiding it. what's the point of film if not to feel?
It is with the most sincere gravity that Mann charts the digital world, what seems at first to be a somewhat perfunctory procedural setup turning into a wholly more intimate and profoundly mortal examination of how digital crimes leave their scars on the material world.
It's Michael Mann finally making his Hong Kong action movie (a register he's been operating in since at least Collateral made literal), deepening his exploration of globalism and policing in a way that operates with…
