Eighth Grade

There was a moment in Bo Burnham's splendid film Eighth Grade that felt so real, it broke my movie wall. I think a lot about the movie wall. For me, it's that perpetual awareness, even in the most exciting, frightening, hilarious, touching, sweeping moments of a film, that, yes, you are in a theater and you are watching a movie. The movie wall isn't just the realization that, oh, hey, this isn't real. That's obvious. It's more like a slight separation, a nagging comprehension, no matter how good a scene, that I'm here and the movie is there.

Read →

Keep reading with a 7-day free trial

Subscribe to JoeBlogs to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.