Abel Ferrara is a poet of the impotence, the pathos, the zero sum game of socially-acceptable expressions of masculinity. Read More
The relationship between Black American iconoclasm and French noir stylings highlights the contagious nature of social criticism itself, and the immensely broad potential for art and cinema to unite disparate but like-minded cultures. Read More
Where in previous summers Paul Simon’s Concert in the Park was a gleeful way to keep post-concert blues at bay between shows, now it’s a constant battle to try not to cry while listening to it. Read More
How Ganja & Hess (1973) and Soleil O (1967) reflect complexities of Black american and African immigrant experiences. Read More
On queerness, fate, and adaptation as tragedy in Jesus Christ Superstar. Read More
It’s difficult to draw up an exact taxonomy of bad TV. There’s the obvious lowbrow, but there’s also middling-comfort TV that many of us in our 20s and 30s in India still reach for. Read More
For all their quirks, spaghetti westerns are uniquely relevant right now, as we watch the cruel and brutal American story crumble in real time, as we try to manifest a better destiny. Three movies in particular, directed by Italy’s holy trinity of Sergios: Leone, Corbucci, and Sollima. Read More
It’s brilliant, on a meta level, to let Molly's Game falter for the same reasons Molly does. Read More
My first absence was my father’s. For most of my childhood, I didn’t know him, though I grew up with his image. Read More
On the blessing and curse of streaming family films over and over during a pandemic. Read More
I can count, on one hand, the number of times I’ve cried since the beginning of March. On the same hand, I can count the number of times I’ve called home. Read More
“It’s such a beautiful day,” my wife and I say each morning as we look out the sliding glass door onto the backyard, imbuing it with a weight and meaning we never have before, because it’s not the weather that matters so much as the freshness of the air. And, of course, we say it because there isn’t much else we can say now that isn’t tinged by either sorrow or fear. Read More