With a kind of psychological depth that Freud could have only dreamt of, the
opening sequence of Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master pulls us into the scarred,
dangerous and licentious life of
The buzz of Brooklyn’s BoCoCa [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BoCoCa] neighborhood
is a cacophonous mix of old-meets-new. Throw-back butchers, all-the-rage
restaurants, inviting art spaces, all- too- proud Brooklyn bars, art
installation
Off it came. Off, right like that, plucked off the earth like a hundred year old
daisy. The Giant yanked up the old tree right there, right in the middle of
town, right
After the summer you’ll see hoards of lonely Brooklynites pack into bars that
boast fireplaces. In SoHo you’ll see layers of clothes never paired before and
in the Financial District you’
Five minutes in, you’re shifting. Folding your arms. Unfolding your arms.
Crossing your legs. This armrest. No, that armrest. All the while thinking, Oh
no, will this film be this slow for
