On Jesus of Montreal

In my mid-teens, these are the things I used to prove that I was cooler than you (despite so much evidence to the contrary): A copy of Plato’s Republic (library copy, largely unread and definitely not understood) that I carried everywhere, including to my first ever date.My love for the movie Jesus of Montreal. Or, … Continue reading On Jesus of Montreal

On Obscure Objects of My Affectation

Before I start on another film post, let’s take a moment to revel in the fancy wordplay of that title. Did you even notice? Your brain wants you to read affection; affection is the word that makes sense there. And yet, no. Affectation. Because this is a blog post about wanting to seem better than we … Continue reading On Obscure Objects of My Affectation