I’m not going to lie. It’s been a really shitty couple of months. Year, actually. Decade? It’s been a long road. It’s not important to get into here. And just when it looks like something good might happen, I manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of certain victory. I guess I should focus on the positive. At least I’m getting better at destroying the things I love. Expedient. Anyway, I’ve lost much of my appetite for watching movies at home lately. If you know me (which you don’t, because this is the internet) you know that’s not right. I have made it to the theater four times in the last week, which is also out of the ordinary. TABLOID, THE TRIP, and PAGE ONE are all very good. 30 MINUTES OR LESS was a very enjoyable midnight movie, which I laughed at quite a bit. Nothing revolutionary. Your mileage may vary. In keeping with my tradition of not writing about new movies, I will not be saying more on these films (yet…never say never, although I never posted my pages of thoughts on THE TREE OF LIFE, and don’t plan to until I’ve seen it more than twice).
Isn't this great? It's like The Weekly Reader did a serialized version of FANDANGO.
Instead, I’m going to focus on 1985’s FANDANGO. Minor spoilers after the jump, along with my apologies for the quality of the screencaps. I do not possess the proper technology for capturing from a VHS.
