popcorn burnt just right and the silk taste of sweet syrupy soda crushed on ice, this is it, this is the movies, not some clever well-reviewed nonsense making a play at poetry but THE MOVIES, spectacle and the good-looking boys and girls, Antman up there ten thousand meters tall, Star Wars doing stories, Batman giving his last. blue velvet seats and light spewing superheroes over … Continue reading Watching the Kiss by DS Maolalai