the constitution of a great movie

my recent struggle has been articulating the difference between an enjoyable movie and a great one.  i don't have trouble identifying a great film, since it is highly correlated with my emotional response to it; the problem comes when i try to translate feeling into language.

in terms of the movies i watched in the past month, there are three great movies.  

Early Summer
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
The 25th Hour

A Profile of a Deficient Thinker

the main object of my pursuit is a paper.  this is not any paper; according to my professor, this is one where i will do philosophy--at least that is a requirement if i want to be successful.  on a whim i semi-committed to a topic, paul feyerabend, the architect of epistemological anarchism.  i doubt i've ever come up with an original idea in the philosophical or scientific disciplines.  the evaluative strength i have lies in the realm of aesthetics.

so i will flounder about in the academic realm, trying to create a thing, unlike ever before

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

My principle conflict in writing is the same as everyone else: how to explain my experience to others?

This film, for a variety of reasons, was both much anticipated and completely forgotten.  It has been a unmoving figure in my Netflix queue for great periods, another of the many that are almost adequate enough to begin.  

My aesthetic taste has been greatly affected by my recent trip to Asia; this is an exemplary example of this shift, though I am sure I would've loved this regardless of context.

This film combines concepts in a wonderful way.  It is a story of great humans.

Updates

I am somewhat consistently updating my canon.  

This includes changing contents, graphics, or even the nature of the canon itself.

I earnestly try to make these accurate.

as the end approaches

i am here.  that, if i know anything, is true.  
but soon i will not be here.  i will leave the comfortable fetterance of collegiate life--to where?--i do not know.  To get a foothold, perhaps.  To lay down the first brick, moving toward a definite thing.  

there are some here who i struggle to leave behind.  but i will.  i must pursue growth, the greater; those here could be agents, but they are not neccessarily...

In less than two days, I will have completed something, what--I am not sure.  It is supposed to culminative, but for me, nothing ever is.  There is always a little--or as it seems according to me--a lot more to give, to create, to be.

It may be poor, but it will be mine.  I will force it to descend from my essentiality.  I will read.  I will watch.  I will write.  I will love.  I will fear.  I will die.

Why I Read

Amidst a desperate search for an affirming successor to Ozu's Early Summer, which was an incorrupt beauty, I stumbled upon a reddit thread asking "why do you read?"  

I have an answer.

I read for enjoyment; allow me to elaborate.

Plot and Adaptation

Items of cultural consumption are measured by both artistic and entertainment value.  Plot drives an item's entertainment value, while style drives an item's artistic value.