If you want to have a staring contest with me you will lose.
Admire the gallantry.
I ride a bicycle everyday. In the city of Chicago, my affection for this activity varies day to day, hour to hour, second to second. I guess that's what makes riding a bike so romantic: I've been doored, nearly impaled through the solar plexus, caught in torrential thunderstorms, and fallen on more than one (or a dozen) occasions. But I still ride everyday. If that's not romantic (or insane) I don't know what is.
Premium Rush is not an especially…
There's something truly enchanting about this film.
Two sequences absolutely shook me to my core:
1. Students watching a projected video of, apparently, the origins of life. A late coming student, a girl, is seen trying to get a seat as a boy observes her, marking a moment of first physical attraction with the sounds of rain, thunder, and lightening crashing.
2. The cross cutting between a father telling the story of his unrequited love while his daughter goes on…