I’m a movie addict. Like most addicts, I over consume until the inverse relationship between appreciation and exposure becomes a bitter reality. How many times can you see the same scene and get the same high? Chinatown’s “she’s my sister and my daughter” only made my jaw drop once, no matter how much I marvel at its plot. In Fight Club, the “Tyler is the Narrator” reveal only blows your mind once. But those films, like Rain Man, still resonate through the culmination of my experiences. There’s just something about Charlie Babbitt’s journey that keeps me coming back. [Read more…]