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It burrows beneath your skin. A permeating, embedded unease that scrapes and scratches as it worms its way deeper within. Something is wrong, a natural order disrupted, the fabric of the air cut with an inky black presence that exists in an impossible periphery; always there but never perceived. The

“I am the world’s greatest assassin” said in a sincere, hushed whisper by a man torn between his cartoonishly adoring family and his violent, seedy underworld business really only makes sense as an earnest line of dialogue when it’s been written by a person who also named his

The thing is, you got to keep movin’. - Warren Oates in Two-Lane Blacktop (1971) Monte Hellman’s Two-Lane Blacktop is one of the great American movies, a story of the relationship between people and the machines that take them across the endless horizon. A true road movie, one that

It’s an easy feeling to have. Whether it’s one that permeates your entire being or one that just occasionally drifts through the mind, it’s an undeniable experience. That some part of life is just already gone. Opportunity missed. Maybe life is just sort of unremarkable. Dreary days

In August 2017, when MoviePass lowered its prices to $9.95 a month, it was the greatest thing to happen to the moviegoing experience in a long time. For most people who were starting to get priced out of going to the theater regularly, it was a no brainer. Being

It’s a dull hum. A distant ringing. Like a wistful, lingering doorbell, fuzzy and familiar. A sound you’ve heard a thousand times, a beacon of modern existence, these sonic signatures that begin to sand down the folds of the mind. The thrum of the train, the clattering of