Heading into the new year with a side project where I revisit 21 of John Cusack’s best films to see if they match my memory of how I felt about them when they came out. There’s no real reason for this besides liking a lot of these, wanting to write about them, and regarding Cusack […]
This article about ‘The Paper’ is not a eulogy for the zombified and soul-gutted state of the news and how we receive it. I’m just framing the lost quaint world that serves as a stage for what is a still-relevant tale about our relationship to work and each other. One that hits me square in the chest after showing the film — one of my personal favorites — to my wife, Michella, for the first time.