This happens to me every time I try to sit down and watch one of those primetime procedural dramas on the major networks. The cop walks into some gross crackhouse and the killer is blasting heavy metal. Every time – the serial killer, mass murderer or rapist or lunatic whatever is always a heavy metal listener on these shows. It just happened this week on Chicago Fire and it drove me bonkers.
This week in my Film Listography Journal series I reveal a list of my favorite independent films of all time.