Endless Love posterMy prime motivation for a return to Franco Zeffirelli’s Endless Love was to examine my past-life failure to sit through the film in my dark basement during the early eighties when it ran late at night on HBO. I watched so much fantastic film and so, so much dreadful dreck during these semi-lost years, seldom without even a casual thought of turning the set off, that it seems unthinkable that I would have have foundered with Endless Love, a movie advertised principally with the promise of scandalous sex and teens on the road to ruin. How could the ninth-grade me have failed Read the rest of this entry »