hmmm, 1982... all i remember is tears for fears songs, pink and green flashes, building forts in the backyard, swimming with sharks, fluttering around like a butterfly until i hit smack into a brick wall. reality began to enter into the mind. what is this i thought? i'm not sure if i've ever fully gr
Lynne Ramsay has the qualities of a good ghost: she swings open doors and pulls back curtains, not to nag or threaten but just to remind the present of the values of the past. In her short career as a director and writer, Ramsay has brought a beautiful, slowed-down sensibility back into contemporary