It feels like we’ve lost something vital to a community when the victims in a tragedy become less important than finding out whether the asshole that hurt them will prove our point or theirs.

Just now learning that there was not a single person named Tony in Tony! Toni! Toné.

I enjoyed watching Hundreds of Beavers more than I have enjoyed watching any other movie for a pretty long while. A reminder of how movies can inspire wonder. Funny as hell too.

Frontier help desk: hi how can I help u?
Me hoping I can afford to bring my antler collection with me on my trip to hang with the boys: does per bag mean per antler, or per bag of antlers?

film bazaar work in progress shape of momo