Ignorance is bliss. I have been cursed with the knowledge that a large majority of films are problematic in some capacity and now I cannot stop seeing it. Combined with my already far-left leanings, it’s become difficult to ascertain my feelings towards this film, which had made up a large portion of my childhood. Continue reading “Day Twenty-Four: The Sandlot (MotM 2020)”
Cinderella Man is among my favorite films, at least I believe so. One of the major proponents of that film is the sport of boxing, which, while irrefutably violent, has some beauty surrounding it. When We Were Kings was something of a back-up plan today, as the original film was much longer and I ended up watching it fairly late. Thus, I thought to myself, “Why not kick back and watch something on a boxing legend?” Continue reading “Day Twenty-Seven: When We Were Kings (MotM 2019)”
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