“Behold the power of cheese.”
That was an ad in the late ‘90s. Twenty years later, Matthew Weaver has harnessed that power, combined it with the power of dreams, fueled it with unrequited love and conjured Jesus. Again.
No one dissects the yearning for connection the way Weaver does. There is a boldness that in lesser hands could come off as maudlin or pitiful, but is tempered with such intimate honesty, one can only feel empathy. Milton’s loneliness has not compromised his standards for happiness. He just needs a little help. What better than cheese and Jesus?
“Behold the power of cheese.”
That was an ad in the late ‘90s. Twenty years later, Matthew Weaver has harnessed that power, combined it with the power of dreams, fueled it with unrequited love and conjured Jesus. Again.
No one dissects the yearning for connection the way Weaver does. There is a boldness that in lesser hands could come off as maudlin or pitiful, but is tempered with such intimate honesty, one can only feel empathy. Milton’s loneliness has not compromised his standards for happiness. He just needs a little help. What better than cheese and Jesus?