Saw BOYHOOD this weekend, so now I can officially join this conversation simply to say it's the best movie I've seen this year by leaps and bounds.
It's perfect in its imperfections. The ambition makes me the whole far, far greater than the sum of its parts. It is, truly, life itself, captured unassumingly and utterly magnificently.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.