It is summer in America and everyone is pushing the limit on how long the forces at work that are bigger than us can be ignored. How long the Other can be staved off. How long we can continue to avoid that which scares us or is stronger than us or is pulling us underwater. America is really good at pushing these limits.
When I first saw American Movie, I was working at a vintage clothing store and blithely guzzling vodka sodas until four in the morning; I had recently graduated from college and had plenty of time to land myself in a 30 Under 30 list or apply to graduate school. There were no failures yet, only promise.
Joe Versus the Volcano is a film that lives almost entirely in its own world, asking Big Questions about Big Things; its heart is large, and its magic deep.
So you’re on the run. The bad news: you’re being pursued by both international spies and by the American police....
No one ever told me how beautiful Sylvester Stallone was in 1976. Sunken-in eyes, almost able to make out the skull beneath the skin. Big, permanently wounded doll eyes, surprisingly smooth skin, face like a basset hound.
In An American Tail, America takes on a mythic energy; it is the Golden Fleece, the Holy Grail and armour of Achilles. It is fulfillment, deliverance from trial, protection from evil. It is happiness and it is home.
Three escaped convicts and a young man who claims to have sold his soul to the Devil arrive at a...
The vision Francis Ford Coppola presents in The Godfather is a reality that many first-generation Americans experienced in the first half of the twentieth century: you had to live near your own countrymen because your parents only spoke their language; you feel left out, shut out from the larger population.
Memory is a gift that allows us to carry pieces of the ones we love with us, wherever we go.
My name is a flag. Big things. I was born inside a parade, my teeth biting down on ridges of...










