If you love introspective, slice-of-life dramas.  This film’s for you.  Columbus is about feeling stuck, meeting someone who shakes up your world, and seeing beauty in places you might have overlooked. 

Plot

The film follows Casey, a young woman who is totally obsessed with architecture, as my daughter would say.   Casey (Haley Lu Richardson) is stuck in Columbus, Indiana, taking care of her mom.  Jin (John Cho) arrives in town to visit his estranged father, who has fallen into a coma.  Initially detached and uninterested in Columbus, Jin crosses paths with Casey, and their shared obligations and anxieties sparks a bond that reminded me of Bill Murray and Scarlett Johannsson’s characters in Lost in Translation.  You can sense a bit of sexual tension but you aren’t getting any kisses, sorry audience!

Columbus is not a horrible place to be stuck in, it’s industrially charming.  Stitched into the film is an essay on the beautiful architecture of Columbus.  Casey has a list of places that she visits, like shrines.

The Cast

Haley Lu Richardson (Casey): Haley Lu Richardson brings warmth, intelligence, and quiet sorrow to Casey.  My goodness, she is loveable.

Rory Culkin (Gabriel): Culkin plays Gabriel who fancies the pants off Haley, and who can blame him?  Shame, the poor guy is so far in the friendzone, he’s never getting out.  “Oh no! Not another Culkin!” I hear you say?  But don’t worry, this one is sufferable.

John Cho (Jin): The character of Jin is played by former zany brosian John Cho from Harold & Kumar, yes, the guy who once rode a CGI cheetah that looked like it had been designed by a kid with a pirated version of Photoshop.  Cho’s portrayal of Jin, a man grappling with guilt, duty, and estrangement is fantastic!

Parker Posey (Eleanor): The indie queen herself, Parker Posey, plays Eleanor, a longtime friend and colleague of Jin’s father.  She’s sophisticated yet emotionally complex, adding another layer to Jin’s reckoning with his father’s legacy.

“Columbus is a love letter to the lonely.”

The Director – Kogonada

Kogonada, makes his feature debut with Columbus, and wow, what a debut!  His eye for framing and composition is masterful, turning the city’s modernist architecture into a living, breathing entity.  Every shot is crafted like a painting.

Why Fans of The Pallbearer, Garden State, Lost in Translation, and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape Will Love Columbus

Feeling Stuck:  Just like Garden State’s Andrew Largeman, Casey is caught between staying in her familiar world and stepping into something new.  Both characters are drawn to strangers who make them question their current existence.

Quiet, Reflective Storytelling: Like The Pallbearer, Columbus embraces the beauty of subdued, melancholic storytelling, where emotions simmer beneath the surface rather than explode.

Visually Poetic: Just as Lost in Translation captures the dreamlike beauty of Tokyo, Columbus turns  architectural wonderland.

Conclusion

For those who love films that prioritize the subtle over the explicit, Columbus is a quiet masterpiece.  It’s a film that lingers, that makes you think about the spaces we live in and the emotional structures we build within them.  If you connected with What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, this film will resonate deeply. Thoughtful, poignant, and visually breathtaking, Columbus is a love letter to the lonely.

There’s a point in the film where Jin says, “This isn’t the movies, nothing’s going to happen.”  I’ve felt that way about my life at times.  Watching this made me yearn to create something beautiful.  Write something simple and beautiful, where it’s okay that nothing happens.  And maybe one day someone will read it and feel my heart, even after it stopped beating years before.

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It was a race that had been hyped for weeks, with several fathers taking it far more seriously than perhaps necessary. Barry James, known to the community as BJ, had approached the event as if it were an Olympic final.  Clad in full professional running gear- spikes, compression top, and moisture-wicking shorts- he had arrived early and spent much of the morning stretching and running sprints along the sidelines.  His platinum blonde hair and deep tan shimmered in the midday sun as he eyed his competition with the quiet confidence of a man who had already written his victory speech.

Not to be outdone, Ivan Moorhouse was eager to prove that speed ran in the family.  His son, Dale, had earlier in the day smashed every school sprint record, while his daughter, Carmen, had done the same in the girls’ events, dominating the track and rewriting the record books.  With both his children showcasing blistering pace, Ivan saw it as his responsibility to uphold the family legacy, determined to cement their reputation as the fastest sporting family in Knobble Hill history.

On the other end of the field stood Pastor Rob Bircher, looking as though he had stumbled into the race by accident.  Barefoot and dressed in long trousers and flowing priest’s robes, he looked more suited for a Sunday sermon than a sprint race.  If there was anyone less prepared for a 100-meter dash, no one could find him.

Knobble Hill’s principal, Bryan Blumrick, took up his position at the finish line, smiling as he surveyed the eager competitors.  Terry Dunstan-Smith and Brian Anderson, two longtime Knobble Hill dads who had wisely opted out of the race due to bad backs, stood nearby, chuckling at the dramatic contrast between the competitors.

“I think BJ might actually break the school record today,” Dunstan-Smith remarked, watching James do one last set of lunges.  Anderson nodded in agreement.  “And I think Pastor Bircher might break his dog collar.”

As the runners took their marks, a hush fell over the crowd.  The whistle blew, and BJ exploded off the line, his legs pumping furiously as he surged ahead.  Moorhouse kept pace, his arms flailing in sheer determination.  The crowd roared as the two fathers pulled away- until, inexplicably, they didn’t.

From seemingly nowhere, Pastor Bircher glided past them both, his bare feet barely making a sound on the track.  He moved effortlessly, his robes sailing behind him like Superman’s cape, his expression unchanged, as if he were simply strolling to the pulpit.

By the halfway mark, BJ had begun to realise that something was terribly wrong.  His well-planned technique and expensive racing spikes seemed entirely useless against a man who had entered the race dressed for a funeral.  As Bircher lengthened his stride, Barry pushed harder, his carefully quiffed hair now collapsing under the weight of sweat and desperation.

Meanwhile, Ivan was fighting his own battle, arms flailing, lungs burning, wondering how his son had made sprinting look so easy.  But no amount of effort could change what was happening on the track—Pastor Bircher was floating towards the finish line, untouched, unchallenged, and utterly unbothered.

BJ, refusing to be beaten without a fight, launched himself forward in a desperate dive, as he crashed onto the finish line.  It was glorious, dramatic, and entirely unnecessary, as Bircher had already crossed the line ten yards ahead of him.

Still catching his breath, Ivan Moorhouse groaned from his knees.  “Must be divine intervention!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, while the other fathers gasped for breath behind him.  BJ lay sprawled on the track, staring up at the sky. “How did he do that?” he panted.

Still catching his breath, Ivan Moorhouse groaned from his knees.  “Must be divine intervention!”

Pastor Bircher, looking completely unbothered, dusted off his trousers, and turned to the crowd with a gentle smile.

“Sometimes,” he said with a wink, “you just have to have a little faith.”

Knobble Hill Primary’s Principal Blumrick could barely contain his laughter as he clapped from the finish line. Terry Dunstan-Smith and Brian Anderson, watching from the sidelines, shook their heads in disbelief.

With that, the victorious Pastor Bircher strolled off towards the snack tent, leaving behind a field of stunned fathers, an exhausted BJ, and a race that would be talked about at Knobble Hill for years to come.

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McBain, a senior sales rep, was best known for two things: his legendary pool skills and his habit of whiling away working hours at Crossways Pub with his mates.  Armed with his own pool cue, he would hold court over the pub’s pool table, sinking balls and pints with enthusiasm.  However, his branch manager Ian Collingwood was less impressed with his potting skills and more concerned about his chronic absence from work.

His downfall came on a fateful Friday afternoon, when his branch manager decided to investigate exactly where McBain was conducting his “sales calls.”  To no one’s surprise, instead of chalking up new clients, McBain was found chalking up for his next shot at Crossways Pub.

When confronted, McBain argued passionately that he had already worked a full day and had merely left the office early.  He also claimed that he regularly worked longer hours than required, though there appeared to be no record of these so-called extended shifts- unless they were conducted between frames.

“Jeff spends more time here than the bar staff.”

Court documents state that Afrox did not have a flexitime policy, and McBain was already on a final warning for abuse of sick leave.  Given his tendency to magically fall ill on days that coincided with pool tournaments, management wasn’t buying his defense.

During arbitration at the Commission for Conciliation, Mediation, and Arbitration (CCMA), McBain’s case rested on the argument that the previous branch manager had allowed a more relaxed approach to drinking during working hours.  Knobble Hill News has also uncovered that McBain’s previous manager was Peter English, one of McBain’s drinking buddies.  Unfortunately for him, the new manager took a firmer stance, and McBain had been fully aware of the change in policy.

The commissioner ruled that the company’s prohibition on drinking during work hours was reasonable, and that McBain had not been honest about when he knocked off that day.  As a result, the dismissal was upheld.

Crossways Pub regulars were shocked but not entirely surprised by the verdict.  One longtime patron, who wished to remain anonymous, remarked, “Jeff spends more time here than the bar staff.”

Though he lost his job, McBain remains undefeated in the Crossways Pub Pool Championship, where he now spends even more time honing his skills.

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Newly appointed events manager Jo Cooper, keen to bring live entertainment to The Mist, had booked her friends Les McQueen and Tony Cludeo, a duo who went by the name Crème Brûlée.  Everything was going well until Jon Bosman, a local pub enthusiast and connoisseur of bad decisions, decided that it would be a good idea to pinch the backside of a 15-year-old girl who was playing pool.

Unfortunately for him, the girl in question was the daughter of lead-singer McQueen and within seconds, the evening’s setlist changed from soft rock to kung fu fighting.  The furious musician confronted Bosman, leading to a heated exchange that might have ended there- if not for Chef Stuart Scott-King, a man known more for his right hook than his culinary skills.  Scott-King decided to deck the band member, knocking the glasses clean off his face.

“Everybody stop fighting! I hate this!”

This prompted Cludeo, the larger of the two musicians- a man built like a walk-in freezer, to intervene. The fight spilled onto the outside deck, where the monster musician shoved the chef to the ground with a force that rattled the pub windows.

Witnessing his chef sprawled out on the pavement, pub manager Nick Dunstan-Smith decided it was his time to shine.  With the fearlessness of a man who had clearly overestimated his own strength, he leapt onto the back of the enormous drummer in an ambitious but ultimately doomed attempt to strangle him. The band member, unfazed, simply flipped Nick off his back, sending him crashing down like a bag of mielie meal.

Seeing Dunstan-Smith on the ground, Chaz, the 14-year-old son of the Cludeo, decided to get stuck in as well.  In a move straight out of a 16th century shin-kicking contest, he laid into the back of Dunstan-Smith as many times as possible before being dragged off by the manager’s girlfriend Tosca Perissinotto.

It was at this moment that Mist & Drizzle regular and Knobble Hill News’ own sub-editor Matthew le Cordeur could take no more.  Jumping onto an outdoor table, he flung his arms into the air and shrieked, “Everybody stop fighting! I hate this!” in what witnesses later described as the most dramatic display of pacifism since the 1960s.

The unexpected theatrics worked.

The enormous band member, suddenly overcome with regret, began apologizing profusely, particularly to Dunstan-Smith, begging him not to call the police.  He stated that he was already on parole for previous assault charges and could ill afford another misdemeanor.

Meanwhile, Chef Scott-King, who had very clearly thrown the first punch, attempted to deny any involvement.  Despite multiple eyewitnesses and the fact that he was still wearing his chef’s jacket, making him the easiest suspect to identify in the entire ordeal.

When things calmed down and the bar staff had cleaned up the broken glass, Jo Cooper announced that the night, despite the small scuffle, had been a huge success.

The Mist & Drizzle patrons agreed that it had been the most entertaining night in Knobble Hill that year.

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The individual in question, who wished to be known as Miss Josephine, made a grand entrance in the hotel’s rose garden, just outside the Tudor Room, sporting a bold red floral ensemble that could only be described as fearlessly flamboyant.  The outfit- a calf-length skirt, camisole, and matching blouse in a diaphanous, figure-hugging polyester fabric was topped off with sling-back silver heels and a patent red clutch.  The daring fashion statement might have graced the pages of Vogue, had it not been accompanied by a quart of Carling Black Label.

While Miss Josephine’s nails were impeccably manicured, her demeanor was significantly less polished.  Witnesses described Josephine as, “completely plastered and obviously a man in women’s clothing”.  A point confirmed by Mr. Amos Sithole, a waiter at the hotel, who revealed that Joseph Ntshangase had been “enjoying a considerable amount” of alcohol in the staff canteen, earlier that day.

Guests at Table Four, a prime location by the window, renowned for offering a perfect panoramic view of the award-winning gardens, found themselves dismayed to discover a floral display of an entirely different variety.

Mr. and Mrs. Tremoulet, longtime hotel patrons, initially assumed Ntshangase was simply a guest out for a pre-lunch stroll.  That was until her increasingly erratic movements and repeated stumbles as her high heels dug into the turf.  As Ntshangase’s performance grew louder and increasingly boisterous, diners began abandoning their pickled fish to watch the spectacle unfold.

“Well, I really don’t see what all the fuss is about. We were always cross-dressing in Happy Valley. In fact, my late husband was never happier than when he was wearing my twin-set and pearls.”

Upon seeing the disturbance, Mr. Michael White, the highly accomplished maître d’hôtel, made a beeline for the French doors.  White’s prestigious career included serving none other than HRH Princess Margaret at the Royal Albert Hall in London- he was used to over-the-top performances but nothing quite like this.

To his horror, but not surprise, he immediately recognized Ntshangase as an off-duty hotel employee who, to make matters even more surreal, had worn this exact same outfit to the staff end-of-year party.

Thinking swiftly, White attempted to restore order- he closed curtains on proceedings, shooed away curious diners, and discreetly called security.

However, his efforts were met with fierce resistance from guests at the window tables, who flatly refused to accept the curtains being drawn, citing both the hot weather and their right to a scenic garden view.

One particularly indignant patron was overheard exclaiming, “I mean, they’ve already had the bald-faced impertinence to take jelly and custard off the menu—and now this! If they’re not careful, I shall take my custom to Fern Hill or Rawdons.”

Upon the arrival of Head of Security Mr. Ram Khumalo, Ntshangase launched into an ear-splitting stream of invective.  Khumalo showed considerable strength and skill in restraining Ntshangase who put up fearsome resistance.  Two security guards joined the effort to restrain the frocked felon who had by this time removed their high heals and was using them as weapons to hammer the head of anyone in striking distance.  Finally the three men brought Ntshangase to a heel, and was then dragged off and handcuffed to the guard hut to the delight of some and disappointment of many.

With many of the guests being pensioners and hard of hearing, the whole scene might have played out like a slap-stick silent film had it not been for octogenarian socialite Mrs Shirley Forsyth-Thompson who was on hand to provide a running commentary of the proceedings.

As she prepared to depart the parking lot, perched behind her considerably younger boyfriend on a Harley Davidson, Mrs. Forsyth-Thompson, who originally hails from Gilgil, Kenya, was quoted as saying:

“Well, I really don’t see what all the fuss is about. We were always cross-dressing in Happy Valley.  In fact, my late husband was never happier than when he was wearing my twin-set and pearls.”

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The man, whose identity is being withheld pending family notification, is believed to have devised an elaborate mechanism to end his life.  Investigators say he rigged a candle to burn through a string, which then released the sharp blade, decapitating him instantly. A mattress was placed beneath him, seemingly to prevent his head from rolling away.

“We thought it was strange that he was starting an instant lawn business in the mist and drizzle of Knobble Hill where no one has a problem growing grass.”

Before carrying out the act, he reportedly sent a message to a friend, informing him of his plan so that someone else, rather than his parents, would discover his body. Police arrived on the scene after being alerted by the friend, who rushed over but was too late to intervene.

When asked for comment, the friend responded, “This was not a cry for help.  He was determined to kill himself and had clearly been planning it for at least two weeks.  We thought it was strange that he was starting an instant lawn business in the mist and drizzle of Knobble Hill where no one has a problem growing grass.”

Authorities are treating the case as a tragic suicide, and no foul play is suspected. Friends and family have expressed shock at the man’s death, describing him as someone who had struggled emotionally following his recent divorce.

Mental health professionals urge anyone experiencing distress to seek support, emphasizing that help is available.

For confidential support, contact a crisis hotline or reach out to a trusted friend or counselor.

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Early Fireworks from Powell Snr

The Father-Son match is a beloved tradition, typically played in the spirit of fun.  However, Mr Powell had other ideas.  When the Sons came out to bat, 12 year-old James Powell walked out to open the batting.

On seeing his son taking middle, Mr Powell ran to the wicket and snatched the ball from Brian Anderson, who was warming up to bowl the first over.  Mr Powell then marked out a 30-yard long runup, ignoring the friendly two-step approach that most of the Dads embraced.

Powell charged in to bowl, like a man possessed.  His first ball, a vicious, head-high bouncer, sent his son James scrambling for cover, missing his unprotected head by inches.  The next delivery, a perfectly executed yorker, sent middle stump flying out the ground, and James trudging back to the pavilion for a duck.  Reducing the Sons to none for one wicket within minutes.

“Honestly, I thought Mr Powell might take it easy on me,” Anderson later admitted, still rubbing his shin after attempting an ill-advised forward defense. “I should have known better.”

Young Justin Anderson, came in at number three hoping for an easier time at the crease, soon realized he was also in Powell Snr’s firing line. A sharp in-swinging delivery trapped him plumb LBW, sending him back to the pavilion shaking his head.

“Honestly, I thought Mr Powell might take it easy on me,” Anderson later admitted, still rubbing his shin after attempting an ill-advised forward defense. “I should have known better.”

By the time Powell had finished his first over, the Sons had lost three wickets and failed to score a single run.

The Father’s team Captain, Principal Bryan Blumrick, fearing a complete rout and his owns son Ray’s safety, insisted that the other Dad’s complete the remainder of the overs.

With tamer bowling from the rest of the Father’s veteran attack, the Son’s recovered to score a spirited 145, setting up an exciting chase.  Joshua Paulo, who’s father sadly passed away a few years ago, top-scored with 62, capitalizing on his Mom’s underarm full tosses.

Lunch and Drinks

The lunch time break proved a festive affair.  Class Mom Jan Airton made a meatloaf, dry and hard as a brick, that would have been inedible had drinks not been sponsored by Knobble Hill Hotel owner Terry Dunstan-Smith.  The Dad’s got stuck into the free beers like men getting stuck into free beers.   By the time their innings came, the Fathers were three sheets to the wind and rocking from side to side.

Powell Snr Takes Charge with the Bat

The Dads’ reply started shakily, with Mr Moorhouse misjudging a full toss and finding himself caught for a golden duck, much to the delight of his son Dale.  The youngsters bowled and fielded exuberantly while the Dad’s looked in a complete shambles as wickets tumbled at both ends.

With the Father’s innings in tatters at 43/7, a sober Hugh Powell strode to the crease.

Facing his son James, Powell Snr launched a relentless assault, sending the ball soaring into neighboring gardens, the school car park, and even onto the roof of the science block.  He struck six consecutive sixes in one over, leaving the Sons’ fielders chasing shadows and James questioning his life choices.

A Controversial Finish

Powell’s rampage continued, with every shot bigger than the last, until, with the Dads just nine runs from victory, he launched one final monstrous six off James, sending the ball sailing deep into the forest behind the school.

A tense silence fell over the pitch.

With no replacement ball, Mr Blumrick declared the match a draw, despite the Fathers needing just three runs with heaps of time left. The Sons, having escaped certain defeat, celebrated wildly hugging and high-fiving.

Powell, however, would not hear of it.

Holding his bat aloft like a conquering hero, he turned towards the pavilion, where the moms had gathered to watch the spectacle, and celebrated as though he had just won the Ashes.

“The game is over!” he declared triumphantly. “The Dads are victorious!”

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