I still remember the first time I saw the trailer for Se7en. It was summer vacation, 1995. I was immediately intrigued. Maybe it was because of Morgan Freeman who was coming off Shawshank, and I was hopeful for something of equal quality. Maybe it was the left turn young Bradley Pitt was taking, steering his boat away from “The Sexiest Man Alive” moniker and into some dark territory. Maybe it was the despairing tone the trailer promised. Or maybe I’m just sick in the head and against all reason, attracted to sick things. Probably the latter.
“How's this for culture?”
On Friday nights,