Batter up. We are headed into cinematic nostalgic bliss. Eephus is a film so profoundly moving, so exquisitely crafted, and so utterly moving that it hasn’t just raised the bar for independent cinema, it has sent it out of the damn ballpark. To call it a masterpiece feels almost reductive, and I say almost, because as a blind film critic, this film does not have audio description. I think that is probably why when I was originally offered an opportunity to screen the film, and I followed it up with a “I’d love to, and if audio description is available, … Continue reading Eephus