Warning: The following content is a virtual ticking time bomb of literary devices. It is especially loaded with ellipses and asides. (Just so you know…) When I was a kid my brother and I would visit our dad in El Paso for about six weeks every summer. I usually looked forward to this because my […]
Oh man, do I love a good indie. Especially one that I know nothing about, because only then can film become the vehicle for artists to communicate a story to me without expectation and reputation mucking it up. Such was the case with Cold in July when I happened upon it late one night while […]
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