Update
Sorry for the lack of posts. Real life takes over from time to time. Last night I saw Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, which was not at all what I expected and very, very good. You know that squiggly awful feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you’re watching The Departed and you know that it’s going to end very badly? Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead is like that to the third power. Really, really, intense, and walks the edge of melodrama without falling in. One of my favorite scenes involved Philip Seymour Hoffman so despondent and ruined that wrecking his apartment–an act that should be a cathartic release–is slow and drawn out; he picks up a dish from the coffee table, pours out all the rocks onto the glass, then carefully sets the dish back down. I recommend checking this out.
