The Mirror, 1975

Following Clifton Burt’s recommendation to poke around The Auteurs I uncovered this dusty old Russian film, The Mirror. This is one of those films you sink into, totally get lost in, and days after watching still can’t find your way out. I suppose that sounds creepy. It does make you think at any moment an axe murderer is going to elegantly slay the entire cast. Perhaps it’s just Russian stoicism being filtered through my predictability screen. The film has... Read More

We’ll take care of you

We’ve begun. we’re excited, confident, scared, optimistic, nervous, and giddy. This is the bike leaving the parents guidance. No training wheels. Empty space between our shoes and the ground. We’ll try to remember this feeling for a long, long time. FortPort is on.  Read More