When I heard that A Most Violent Year was so incredible that it earned comparisons to The Godfather, I truly thought that sentiment had to be overblown. I mean, it's the fucking GODFATHER. But about a third of the way through, the comparison already felt justified on an intellectual level. By the end, I was squealing with the same delight my first watch of The Godfather, Part II caused. It's an instant classic in the sense that it's original, fresh…
As a high-achieving black high school student who could legitimately mark the "Multi-racial" box on the question about race/ethnicity, I had my pick of prestigious colleges. I didn't choose the school highest on the US News and Report rankings. Instead, I picked the school where my version of blackness would be most readily accepted. At the Ivy League school I visited, I was the only black person I saw outside of the airport during my two day stay. At another…
What a conversation between Harry and Ken would sound like if they were talking about some lame person who doesn't like this movie:
Harry: So he's having a really nice time watching In Bruges?
Ken: Well, I'm having a really nice time watching In Bruges. I'm not sure it's really his cup of tea.
Harry: (Stunned silence) What?
Ken: You know... I'm not sure it's really his thing.
Harry: What do you mean it's not really his thing? What's that…