It’s like Casey Affleck won an Oscar for Manchester
by the Sea and decided, “You know what? Acting is hard. For my next
movie I’m just going to wear a motherfucking sheet, stand there, and call it
good.” And then he did, and that movie is David Lowery’s A Ghost Story.
Another Seattle International Film Festival has come and
gone. That means I spent the bulk of the last six weeks (preview screenings
start well before the 25-day festival gets rolling proper) working full time at
my day job then spending every available free moment in a movie theater,
waiting in line outside a movie theater, or at a computer writing about what I
watched inside a movie theater (or, to be honest, sitting on my couch as there
are more and more screeners every year).
