It’s commonly accepted among the film literate that this is the year of living in the past. What else could it be? The frontrunner for a Best Picture Oscar is a silent movie for crying out loud (or not crying out loud, as the case may be). Can flagpole-sitting and the Charleston be far behind? While the conventional wisdom has reached this conclusion, it hasn't established what the wisdom of eating a bowl of sugary yesteryear for

It’s wonderful when movies serendipitously converge with current events. But […]