8am showing, hungover and sleep deprived, wandering into the Lumière, five hours until my flight to Zurich.

Just 13 days prior, I was amazed to even be in this theater, but after 10 screenings in this room, and as my viewings began to blend together, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was just checking boxes. 

And to be frank, the feeling was only exacerbated by the time the 20 minute mark hit, as I watched the routine of…