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Celluloid Psithurism

by Cripple Nation

In Texas (where I live) we don’t get a “real” winter…instead, a prolonged fall…parentheses of muted autumn. So in the tradition of the New England transcendeltalists…I take this opportunity to reflect on the films I’ve seen over these past months—this past year…to a soundtrack of a breeze in the trees…les feuilles mortes…