Defining the lyrical ages that ink the chapters of a life. Tidal locked between monochromatic tints of sepia and steel blue—of dreams and memories materialized to better grapple with the shifting sands of interpersonal relationships. Attempts to make sense of what's been scattered to the wind, to rationalize the resting resentment of feeling cast aside. Retracing one's footsteps, replaying key events as they crest and trough in the recesses of their mind. The cityscape is laid out with the earmarks…

Apparitions of the 19th century in an ever-evolving stage play recounting their lives. Extensions of their world liberated from temporal constraint, traversing landscapes at will. Anachronisms and artifice are interwoven, setting the scene as they mourn those who've left and those left, the contronyms and correlations that house the central thesis of this film. Of death and desire. The restless, fruitless pursuits of perfection. Its ascetic aesthetics showcase precision and discipline; every camera movement, every line delivery, focused to an…

Meditative documented sketches of life. Trying to process the hardship of a family falling apart through essay reads and austere imagery. Feelings of abandonment crystallized via celluloid therapy. A girl working through her father's absence. The deep rift that separated her from him also served as the propellant for which she'll come into her own. A body of water she can never cross; trepidation builds with each lapping wave. A grief she learns intimately. There's an absolution in loss that…

A devil from Dublin dances to Delta Blues. Sex appeal in a silk dress saunters under amber lights. Beads of sweat cling fabric to flesh, as bodies embrace in a juke t, entranced by the stentorian bellow of a black man's sweet melody. Poured liquor and tapping feet, exchanged glances of tonight's partners and lovers-to-be. You can feel it, taste it; all of it makes for an intoxicating brew. The party is on, as the stars above and jutting red…

Good subject matter to highlight but handled with little finesse.

Whether it operated with earnest intent or not, A Silent Voice was a mildly entertaining movie that unfortunately fell victim to tokenism and an overbearing amount of self-pity in order to bring its narrative to life. That being said, visually, it was a wonderful-looking project, making the 2-hour runtime fly by before you know it. With its broad brushstrokes of personalities and the pockets of distinct dynamics birthed from their…

Could content made by the original creator still be classified as fan fiction? Well, technically no, but leave it to Hideaki Anno to make the impossible, possible.

The Evangelion Rebuild films aren't so much about telling their own story or introducing new audiences to the world of Anno's Evangelion as it is about Evangelion itself. Not Evangelion the original series and film mind you, but what it's come to represent in the collective minds of all those who've ran away…