It’s a little strange to think that I share the same age as Isabelle Fuhrman who plays Esther. I was 12 when Orphan came out in 2009. And I still remember the delightful sense of it feeling forbidden to me. ‘There’s […]
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It’s that time of the year again. The month of October is upon us. So to celebrate, we at Full Circle Cinema put together another curated, month-long series with Screen Screams. This year, we will be checking our clocks as […]
It seems fitting for Old to mark my return to the theaters. I have lost all track of time since my graduation from university. And despite all of my best attempts, I cannot seem to find a way to make the present […]
I cannot bear the weight of nostalgia. Those happy remembrances, with all their reimaginings, shone more sweeter in our mind’s eye than reality itself. All the more lovelier in spite of memories only being memories. Out of grasp. Traces of […]
I wonder whatever happened to Perilhettes ’77. A few weeks ago, I discovered this album recorded by an a cappella group from Miss Porter’s School, a private college preparatory school for girls in Farmington, Connecticut. For some reason or another, […]
Once upon a time… No, there was once a time that I could spend whole hours of summer coolness in a daydream. For every child knows the secrets of shut-eye, the private going-ons of a world as beautiful as the […]
I did not grow up with The Gate. But I get the impression that I have instinctively known about it since the age of sleepover weekends. It feels universal in the sense that we have all felt that giddiness of […]
Someone always gets hurt on Valentine’s Day. Always. There is always more to the story behind those famous lines: “And they all lived happily ever after…” For every happy ending, there is tragedy. For every couple, there is unrequited love. […]
I was confirmed a Catholic. With this sacrament, you take up a saint’s name, so that you may lead your life according to the way they may have led theirs. And so, I chose St. Jude, the patron saint of […]
Death lies not in not being able to communicate but in no longer being understood. —Pier Paolo Pasolini, “A Desperate Vitality,” 1964 I do not mind silence. It demands nothing of me, and I demand nothing of it. A harmony […]
