Anyone who knows me well has likely accepted the fact that I hold no truck for the sentimental. Any kind of romanticised emotional mugging just rubs me up completely the wrong way, and a swell of strings in a film is usually accompanied by rising bile from the pit of my stomach. The way to…
The 56th Chicago International Film Festival continues until the 25th, and I’m back with some more highlights from the festival to watch. This time around, we’ve got a fictional amnesia-inducing pandemic, a film student on the edge of eternal ennui, and a gay romance that might not have been as rosy as one half remembers…
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