Glory Hallalutchie, this little transcendental, slow-plotted, no music score, foreign-language indie has a shot at an Academy Award. How'd that even happen? Here in 'merica I mean. Because here, if it doesn't have superheroes, vampires, or naked boobies, it doesn't register on the collective American retina. Slipped in under the wire most likely. The thing … Continue reading Molson Reviews Roma
