Slow. Like I like it, re: HERE.
The older I get, the more I seem drawn to movies made for $7 that nothing really seems to happen except slow, grinding self-awareness.A lá HERE.
Driving Miss Daisy - recently re-saw it, surprised at how much I liked it. Saw it in the theater cause I actually had a girlfriend at the time, so you'd go see every movie that came into town. Some we'd see twice, if they were about a Zen-living bouncer who could sew stitches into his own shoulder w/o anesthesia while working at a bar that goes through broken furniture like The Dukes of Hazzard went through cars.
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