Who’s Your Favorite Movie Director?

What is it that makes us love a movie? There are so many answers to that simple question. One of the staples of a film, however, is the movie’s director. There are thousands of directors around the world but there are those certain directors whose work you recognize immediately. I love movie directors. Their distinct take on filmmaking is fascinating and can help elevate a film from good to great.

And that’s why I wanted to make this the topic of this week’s Who’s Your Favorite? So, who’s your favorite movie director?

For me, my favorite director of all time is undoubtedly Christopher Nolan.


From his work on The Prestige,


to his outstanding vision for The Dark Knight, Christopher Nolan is a genius of filmmaking. His directorial prowess is rather evident with all of his movies and whenever I see his name next to a film I can’t wait to watch it.

There are, of course, other directors that I can name off of the top of my head that I think is incredible. Steven Spielberg, for one, Ridley Scott, James Cameron, the Coen Brothers; these are directors with specific points of vision that turn the films they help create into utter masterpieces.

Without directors, movies would be bland portraits of art but with them at the helm films can help transport us to a fictional world that captivates our attention for hours on end. And that’s why I love movies.

I thank you for reading and I hope you have a lovely day. May the Force be with you.


The Chosen One: Chapter Forty-Two

Conversation after Dinner

Dinner was delightful, as always. Finn watched as Rey, Ben Solo, and their daughter Ora dug into their food; devouring the delectably flavorful fish and spiced greens Rose had cooked. His three children, Merille, Litti, and Danton, were more excited than ever to meet the woman he had told them about for years; Rey. And even he felt the same amount of joy as he gazed at his dear friend.

Sixteen and a half years ago he had met her for the first time on Jakku. At the time she was just a scavenger who lived on a world that consisted of only sand and junk. Now, he could feel the power emanating from her. There was a wisdom in her eyes, in the way she spoke, that proved to him how far she had come. He was proud of her.

After a while, it began to become apparent that it was getting late. It was at this time that Ora helped guide his children to their room.

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