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If you, like me, had forgotten about the dire shortage of existential comedies in the world, this will provide a most refreshing reminder. More fun than a barrel of nihilists at an NRA pajama party. Referred by DougieB

I all but forget I have a body sometimes, and even though I inhabit it 24/7, it’s mostly a mystery to me. I know some crude anatomy, but mostly it comprises a vague model of “stuff that’s in there.” My grandfather, a plastic surgeon, used to dazzle me as a child with the long, strange…

The Weather Man is the embodiment of the worst kind of small talk, the completely insincere patter of denial in which we coax each other into avoiding any real, meaningful interaction. Basically we see what happens when the Weather Man accepts being small, and thus his small talk becomes sincere. For such a short story…

Some of Andy Goldsworthy’s art requires a film to appreciate, and this does the job exquisitely. I haven’t come across any other artwork that evokes a sense of time, place, and the rhythms of nature like this does. Some of the interviews seem unnecessary to me – I’m always sympathetic to artists who have difficulty…

I think we all – me, my dad, Ann, and Sarah – wondered in our own way how well a Symphony derived from a soundtrack would succeed. After some digestion, I’ve concluded that it’s highly dependent on how you approach the listening. If you listen to it like a classical symphony it sounds, as Ann…

This must be what happens when you take an absurd Hollywood-style plot and play it down through the entire movie until the end, which you play up artistically. I liked the approach, which forced the focus onto the characters. With the extra breathing room often found in European movies, the tension comes from spaces that…