I first saw the film Columbus in the summer of 2017 at the IFC on Sixth Avenue. I remember the clarifying silence that descended upon the theater as the first wide shot, composed with such care, lit up the screen. Never had I seen my Midwest — the Midwest I mourn when I say I miss home — portrayed so perfectly. Still, years later, I think about this film all the time.
On Kogonada's Columbus
On Kogonada's Columbus
On Kogonada's Columbus
I first saw the film Columbus in the summer of 2017 at the IFC on Sixth Avenue. I remember the clarifying silence that descended upon the theater as the first wide shot, composed with such care, lit up the screen. Never had I seen my Midwest — the Midwest I mourn when I say I miss home — portrayed so perfectly. Still, years later, I think about this film all the time.