At some point (or at several points) in your college career, you will find yourself half-passed-out on your neighbor’s couch arguing violently with them about movies. You aren’t quite sure how you ended up on your neighbor’s couch or how the bent of your conversation even turned to film in the first place, but it…

“Closing Time” – you know the song. Yes, you do. Even you, snobby hipster scum, know the song. As soon as you hear the midtempo guitar, the chiming piano, the words arise unbidden in your Arcade-Fire-saturated brain. “Closing time, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here…[power chords]…I know who I want…

“Junior can’t learn to read if he’s high on crack!” This most delightful of exclamations comes perhaps halfway through Silver City, indie director John Sayles’s uneven attempt at political satire.