Husband, cinephile, occasional writer, humanist.
Utterly charming after all these years.
[True Story: I once had a pet canary that I would regularly let of his cage to exercise his wings. Each time I let him out, he would fly to the far side of the room and perch on the top edge of the poster for this movie. Once settled, he would then proceed to shit all over the face of the Boy. While I never agreed with his opinion, I still find that the single best example of natural criticism I've ever witnessed.]