I find normalcy boring. Why would I want to relive everyday moments in a source of entertainment? I prefer the fantastical, the adventurous and the theatrical moments. I love Disney films, superheroes, and princesses. But as a kid, watching films was not enough for me — I wanted to live in them. I started acting … Continue reading
Unlike some parents, my mother and father were never very concerned about their kids seeing R-rated movies. Besides giving me a form of cultural seniority among my elementary school peers, watching R-rated movies also gave me some interesting film-watching experiences and kick-started my journey of exploring the art of cinema. My family is all about … Continue reading
Before I was fully able to comprehend the richness of filmmaking, I judged good cinema on its ability to elicit a strong feeling. When I was younger, and my imagination was far more rampant in many ways, I would leave the theater in a daze. Every movement seemed exaggerated—every sound heightened with some internal soundtrack. … Continue reading
Film is movement. Film is breathing. Film is poetry. Film is life itself. Life is so utterly finite, but when viewed in a universal context, it becomes quite apparent just how long it is. What drew me to film, therefore, is ultimately what drew me to experience all that living has to offer. The process … Continue reading
Some people might say I’m late to the party when it comes to catching the disease that creates a true cinephile. I can’t tell you the most traditional of stories, but I can tell you my story. Growing up, my home was littered with VHS tapes of all kinds. While we owned everything from Beauty … Continue reading
From the December 2015 Issue Music was my first love. This is probably blasphemous to say in a magazine about films, in a piece entitled “For the Love of Film.” But I’m going to say something crazy here, and please hear me out: Music and cinema are one in the same, largely because of the … Continue reading
From the December 2015 Issue At the all-too-young age of thirteen, I was confronted with the image of a young man in a bowler hat staring straight into my eyes with a knife pointed in my direction and a smirk gracing his lips. Below, the words: A Clockwork Orange. What was this image I was … Continue reading
From the December 2015 Issue I’ve been told that the first film I ever saw was James and The Giant Peach. I was a baby at the time, so I have no memory of that, but apparently it made a huge impression on me. There’s something about cinema that stands out from other mediums. I … Continue reading
From the December 2015 Issue When I was younger, I was diagnosed with a terminal disease. I had contracted cinephilia at the age of three. Now, whether or not that joke was in good taste isn’t the point. The point is that now you’re trapped, reading every word I write. I am here to share … Continue reading
From the October 2015 Issue My journey into the celluloid world began with a puddle of blood on Valentine’s Day. A fourth concussion got me stitches, a scar, an ambulance ride, and two years of bondage. I was a prisoner in my own home; a bird with a broken head, unable to leave its cage. … Continue reading
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