LFF is a veritable orgy of cinema, and I love it. It’s exhausting, but I love it.
A gooey nostalgic look back at that time a young boy’s mom fell in love with their kidnapper, presented under a sexy sweltering summer haze.
I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.
We have “summer movies” set on beaches, and “winter movies” set in the snow. But do we have “autumn movies”? Is it more than merely glimpses of trees with turning leaves? What makes a movie fall-like?
Henry Fonda always makes me think of *The Grapes of Wrath,* which makes me think of honest, hardworking men, which seems appropriate for Labor Day.