: About Me

I KNOW WHO KILLED... MY EVENING For many, the movie theater has a sanctimonious appeal. They're Cathedrals of distraction and we express our devotion to them by attending their flickering sermons in the dark, on a weekly basis. Once there, our experiences are steeped in tradition - from what we eat and when we eat it, to where we sit and what we'll say during those brief little interludes of silence between trailers. It's an outing, an event, a spectacle that unites us en mass; and because the experience is bigger then the film, we're empowered to forgive and enjoy even the worst of them. ...