A Halfway There Checklist: The Best of the Year So Far

2018 saw me begin my thirtieth orbit around the sun in the sort of anniversary that weighs heavily on the spirit. This was preceded by a seismic shift in my day-in-day-out routine, where the necrotic dullness of my previous job has been replaced, now by a new cast of professionals that have kept me adequately on my toes. The ennui that mounted during the winter months, on the marrow-petrifying cold Chicago days that somehow would still pervade the month of June, have been more difficult to shake; unhappiness and listlessness still ooze through my pores as I attempt to find more energy to make the best of every day.

It’s been in the exceptional films of 2018 that I’ve managed to find a measure of solace and compassion. The best films of 2018 often spoke directly to my personal existential crisis, frequently providing me with a keener appreciation for my time on planet Earth. Optimism, in our current climate, may not be in vogue, but it’s a vanity that must persist if I’m going to survive. It’s a comment that I’m paraphrasing by Amanda Seyfried in Paul Schrader’s major new work, First Reformed, that lingers in my mind most: I may share all your beliefs of doom, but I cannot share your despair. Every hour need not be the darkest hour.

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