The people and the quality of light in the Pacific Northwest have a unique ineffable quality, and Kelly Reichardt captures them both perfectly.

I can’t believe it’s been ten years since I left Celine and Jesse for the last time at that little bistro table in the moonlight. I wonder where they are. I hope they’re ok.

The first time I saw this was on my tiny tiny dorm TV. What a waste. This movie is incredible. Three hours of gorgeous violence. I think this Kurosawa fellow may be good at making movies.

Lady Kaede is my favorite.

I moved my TV to the back patio and watched this under my new cafe lights with friends. Glorious. I am now ready for the Final Reckoning.

I hope at some point in my career I get to triumphantly shout “If anyone else tries to remove a book from this library, it will be over my dead body!”

I prefer my schmaltz with a side of scary. I don’t think I can handle Flanagan without tempering the sentimental tone with darkness.

I don’t hate anything Flanagan does. It is entertaining and sometimes stylish. I just always wish it was less optimistic and sparkly about the power of humanity.

This probably says more about me than him.