His black ramekin sat in the sink, water brimming over the mass of uneaten egg and spinach. He’d wanted black ramekins for weeks; matte black, resembling spent shell casings, he said. My heart was warmed by his enthusiasm but could not share it as I knew they would not be ideal for his purposes. But that little heart of his was set and a few days ago they arrived. Gods, did I want to have...
Never Let Me Go
This movie exemplifies the payoff of going into a film with an entirely blank slate. I knew nothing about the plot or characters and ended up being completely surprised at what my eyes beheld. The alternate reality is presented with such subtlety that I questioned my own. Audiences are fools, and because of this filmmakers are often forced to explain every little thing, stripping both meaning...
I think I’m having an identity crisis.