Occasionally, art doesn't explain itself in plain terms. The reasons you love a film won't always translate to others, and they won't always make sense to you, either. There's a certain disconnection that happens when we're dishonest in our relationship with art, and nostalgia is a profoundly honest window into the source of our artistic values. It is as though we are given a grace period to set our fervent passions, likes, and dislikes to unconsciously keep with us as…

I don’t have the best taste in movies when I’m sober. Nor do I give the best recommendations. I’m horrible at reading between the lines, picking up symbols, understanding what actors are saying without subtitles… Fuck, I have to admit, I rely on analytical youtube videos to wrap my brain around a film. A film is good to me if it’s good. I guess I have a sixth sense. The solution is to indulge myself in alcohol every now and…