roger ebert

Michel Gondry and Charlie Kaufman’s movie about the delicate nature of memories only gets better with age.

You won’t believe your eyes (or your ears).

When I was a kid, I had a good friend named Jim who was a movie buff. He was a year older than me, which made him all of nine to twelve years old at the time. We would go to the theater downtown a catch a flick at least a couple of times a month...