I’ve been reading heavy, long books. I’ve been slowly burning through them.
Watching movies from the library, we keep it light, mostly.
Here’s one I saw recently, that I thought was worth everyone’s time.
A mumblecore musical, or something like it. But, a guy who made a movie because he loves movies, and used his friends and the people around him in Boston to do it, and it’s better than movies I’ve seen with big budgets and shiny effects. It’s a joy and a treat, and magical.
You can really feel when art is made because people love to make it versus rote, capitalist pandering. (“New Adult” indeed.)