Where the Crawdads Sing
At the Cinemark/Myrna Loy
We all wish, when reckoning comes, that our acts of kindness will be remembered and our moments of selfishness forgotten or forgiven.
Movies face their judgment day, too.
Some critics are routinely harsh, seizing upon the flaws and twisting their quill. Others live in Lake Wobegon, where all the films are strong, good looking and above average.
I prefer to read critics who are, at core, compassionate souls, but nevertheless open-minded, noting weaknesses, applauding strengths. Roger Ebert was one who found a balance between justice and mercy – a gentle soul, who would still fillet the bottom fish.
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So, channeling my inner Ebert, I’m not going to take cheap shots, but choose, this time, to love the best, and forget the rest.
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