pain is temporary, film is forever.

1988
well, i didn’t think that dragging myself kicking and screaming through over a half dozen either direct or indirect depictions of Christ in one Easter weekend would be as much a mental sacrifice as it’s been, but rest assured, i’m absolutely fucking wiped. i feel as though i’ve been tried in some grand gesture of penance. when i set out to complete this self-prescribed watchathon, i originally did so with the intent to learn more about cinematic…