The Crying Game

Stand by your man.

It’s amazing, in a modern movie landscape ruled by CGI super heroes, live-action adaptions of animated films, and endless remakes and reboots, to remember when small, downbeat art house flicks played at the Oak Harbor Cinemas.

And yet, there I was, in 1992, watching a moody tale of love easing the scars of war, thinking the trend would go on forever.

I was wrong.

But I still have this film, anchored by especially-strong work from Jaye Davidson and Stephen Rea as an unexpected couple, and it will endure long after my hopes for a film utopia.