What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? It’s *A Scanner Darkly*, and...
My empathy is creeping towards what I would describe... a contemptuous rage. It's Poor Things, and This Film is Lit. Let Me Sum Up...
Making friends, finding love, healing wounds, and a tunnel song. It’s *The Perks of Being a Wallflower*, and **This Film is Lit**.