The relationship between movies and memories can be powerful. A recent viewing of a classic film led me to contemplate what experiences I associate with particular titles. Are they pleasant or grim, innocuous or profound?
The problem with yesterday’s screening of German/Polish drama Winter’s Daughter (review below) was not that it was half full of squawking high school students but that their curriculum, which this film is presumably a part of, did not include education about cinema etiquette. To be fair, the crowd was fairly well behaved, particularly given their […]