When we look at the images gliding across the screen, mirror-like, we see human figures and we look for our selves in them. Read More
I haven’t made it over the rainbow—I don’t know that I ever can—but there it glistens in the periphery, beckoning.
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Favreau’s rewriting of The Jungle Book attuned me to the messier lines from then to now, to the somewhat less straight lines of the original itself, to its other curves and undulations, to its other reverberations. Read More
Despite the humor of The Apartment, Baxter’s relationship with the city is one of profound disconnection. Read More
In his art, Prince was America’s answer to Schopenhauer—he was a lightning rod, an earworm, an internal monologue from outside. Read More
Is identity a stable thing we reference, express, and discover, or a fluid thing that we actively craft all the time? Read More
Sheila O"Malley and Chad Perman in conversation about Sidney Lumet's Running on Empty Read More
