As I walked up the steps to the Walter Reade theater, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph, my first day back on campus. Everyone was there! In line, tired, clutching cheap coffee and festival badges. Some people got haircuts. Even the grumps were buzzing, happy to finally have some place to be.
Our son watches more television than we’d planned; one of the many side effects of living in pandemic times. Coming from a media background in criticism and textual analysis, children’s entertainment drove me insane, but one day, something cracked open.
By keeping us insistently within Bauby's point of view, inside the diving bell, Julian Schnabel reminds us of the range of living and feeling still available to us, if we extend ourselves.