In which we say hello to science fiction & wish a fond farewell to one of our beloved editor
Midnight Special doesn’t make sense because it doesn’t have to. It’s not about sense and logic. It’s not about solving a big twist.
In Another Earth I found grace: a quiet meditation on self-forgiveness, on remaking oneself after trauma.
On modern dating & 1980s Steve Martin sci-fi comedies.
Jennifer Phang's Advantageous shows us a future that has recoiled from the prospect of aging.
In Sunshine the consequences of each new choice tumble forward like dominoes, resulting in a slow death march to the surface of the sun.
Super 8 understands that, at the end of the day, adults aren’t all that different from children; beneath the pretension and pragmatism, we want the same things: to be safe, to belong, to be loved.
I have begun to suspect that boys who grew up with mothers like mine—or responsible grown men who have made their way through a world inhabited by mothers like mine—have started making movies reflective of that experience.
Richard Lester's The Bed-Sitting Room (1969) and the Dream of London at the End of the World
On Ridley Scott's Blade Runner
