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I am taking the time to honor our social chair, Krisy Wall--for having the insight to green light the club's viewing of "Brick," directed by Rian Johnson, despite the bad reviews by a certain coworker whose parents were obviously "Star Wars" nerds. Piece it together, he's in his late twenties early thirties, about the same time, right. I guess they were hoping to breed a son of greatness only they produced a worn-out Don Johnson permanent 5 o'clock shadow and a real sweet bucket cap. It is personal, I am shallow, he yelled at me on set. Back to movies. Now had I known prior to screening that this film was about drug-adled punks from San Clemente, at San Clemente High School, I wouldn't have seen it probably. I'm a baby like that. However, I think we can all agree that "Brick" would be crucial to the charter of our little group, and I am happy to have witnessed this film with such great movie-going friends. Enough. There is an aura to "Brick" that lingers upon ending. Thinking about this film, piecing it together, enjoying characters. Ambitious and original, yet familiar only in the way my uncle suggested I sit through "The Maltese Falcon," when I was eleven years old. Not to say they are the same, yet each film displays an importance of tone in a film, and how every aspect of every scene must stay consistent with that tone. Is there a sunny day in "Brick?" Not to these kids. While the dialogue is magnificent, the continuity between dialogue and visual complimented the creation of such enigmatic figures as Brendan, Laura, and Tug--whose scenes of racing through a grocery store parking lot in a muscle car are priceless. The birds, hung from the Pin's basement ceiling, or on his cane, or flying across the football field at dawn, before and after the brutally beautifully fight scenes, were painted with the cold, unnatural glow from the bird crested lamps in contrast to the soft, smooth colors of the dawning sky. So much to remember about this film, it kept me reminiscing for at least a week. Usually reminiscing is saved for good or bad experiences in life, but good and bad movies can make for some great reminiscing. "A Sound of Thunder" and "Brick" should only be slotted together here, otherwise there could be no more polar opposite for the good and bad of film. Which is which? Go see them both and decide. Only Director of Programming and I, The President, can say for now. Adieu to our Treasurer, Ryan Stern, she will be missed. But she will be back. She will come back full force, storied and versed in the trashy, weathered, obnoxious and arrogant mindset of the east coast, our lives suck but we have to put every other motherfucker down but make it sound great sort of way they do it. Peace. We must resume progress.