After seven hours in the car, the road still pulls like a tide on my ears. Even after I’m splayed on the motel bed, its momentum continues, as though the tarmac were unspooling somewhere below the box spring. Fitting, then, that the movie we’ve selected from the depths of the cable box is about the liquid pull of the world.
The Inner Space Race
The Inner Space Race
The Inner Space Race
After seven hours in the car, the road still pulls like a tide on my ears. Even after I’m splayed on the motel bed, its momentum continues, as though the tarmac were unspooling somewhere below the box spring. Fitting, then, that the movie we’ve selected from the depths of the cable box is about the liquid pull of the world.