The Year in Movies

More accurately, my year in movies, so far.

January

February

March

Vice was my favorite because my daughter took me for my birthday and paid for my ticket. No check that, Kala Shah Kala was my favorite because it was a hoot and the Good Wife and I were the only non Indians in the Victoria, British Columbia theater. No wait, Roma because of the cinematography and “monitor NBA boxscores at the same time” pace. No no, Shoplifters, yeah Shoplifters because at the end of it my date sat glued in her seat and said it was the best movie she’d ever seen.  No, Bohemian Rhapsody because I’m a young hard man shouting in the street and I’m gonna take on the world someday. And I’ve got blood on my face and I’m a big disgrace, wavin’ my banner all over the place.