A young banker sits in his car. He parks in front of the house of his wife’s lover. His revolver is on his lap as he downs another gulp of liquor. Later, he was sentenced to two back-to-back life sentences for murder. He was innocent. But that’s not important. The Shawshank Redemption is not aboutContinue reading “The Shawshank Redemption: A Reflective Movie Review”
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