From the Academy

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month — The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) Do you remember what you wrote in Week 1? That warm, specific, sun-drenched vision of your most beautiful life. The best ordinary Tuesday. The details you let yourself want completely and without…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month — The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) Tom Ripley is a study in surfaces. He watches the people around him with extraordinary attention — the way they move, the way they dress, the things they love — and he…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month — The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) Last week you dreamed it up — that warm, specific, entirely wonderful life. You wrote it down, sat with it, and let yourself want it completely. This week, we bring a little…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month Close your eyes for a moment and imagine this. The sun is warm on your shoulders. The water below is the most impossible shade of blue you have ever seen — the kind of blue that doesn’t seem…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month — Amélie (2001) Here is the thing about Amélie that takes your breath away, just a little, when you notice it. She spends the entire film making other people happy. She is extraordinary at it — inventive and…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month — Amélie (2001) There is a moment early in the film when the narrator introduces us to Amélie by telling us, in precise, loving detail, exactly what she likes and what she does not. The way she plunges…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month — Amélie (2001) You spent last week paying attention. You moved through your ordinary days with your eyes a little wider and your heart a little more open, and you found things — small, specific, quietly extraordinary things…

A Bumble and Bloom Academy Movie Month There is a girl who lives in Paris. She knows that her neighbor, a man who has not left his apartment in twenty years, paints the same painting over and over. She knows the exact sound the café…

Do you remember where you were four weeks ago? Standing at a gate, half-hidden in ivy, wondering what might be on the other side. Not entirely sure you were brave enough to look. Not entirely sure there was anything left to find. And then you…

Something is happening. You can’t quite put your finger on it — it’s more of a feeling than a fact, like the first morning of the year when the air smells different, and you know, in your bones, that something has shifted. The kind of…