“Never” is the word I would use to describe how often I’ve watched a film of any sort and smiled like an idiot all the way to the end. Sure, I’ve laughed, cried, mused or become deeply depressed while allowing directors to have their way with me for an hour or two. But smiling alone in a cozy room transfixed by a TV is not a default mode I would cop to. (From 1983 to 1985, up to 1.2 million people starved to death there.) Read the full opinion at The Washington Post.

Source: Washington Post February 10, 2024 13:18 UTC