Prologue: I have been away for about two whole months. I’ve been very busy, life has been kicking my rear once again (but in a good way). I bought a new place and I am currently in the process of selling my previous residence. I’m also helping my mother with various legal matters, I have been awfully busy with work, I recently moved to said new place and I’ve begun to write a science fiction novel (though it’s developing very slowly). I don’t expect my presence in this blog to augment very much in the near future, but I do certainly hope I can at least post something once or twice a month. Cheers to those who still follow. I’ve missed you.
Below you’ll find thoughts I wrote down fervently right after watching Life Itself for the first time about a month ago. Sadly, I did not find the time (or the will) to post these thoughts in review form at the moment they occurred. So, in lieu of a standard film review, I give you the largely unrevised gut-reaction I had right after watching the documentary about the great film critic I much admired.