Review
Visitors (of all ages?) were invited to drink copious amounts of liquor and possibly get laid. This was as close to Pinnochio‘s Pleasure Island as they were ever going to get.
In his book, Wolfram Eilenberger has provided an absorbing view of a period in Western intellectual history that was committed to the new.
This cover album is a pretty wild ride, yes, but Molly Tuttle navigates the course with supreme cool.
Movies, great or awful, are essential comforts in these nightmarish times. And in my second dispatch of the Fantasia fest, I bring better tidings.
With journalistic flair, The Years That Matter Most brilliantly shows how, in terms of college opportunities, the scales of justice tilt in favor of the wealthy.
Unhinged is one of the most violent films I’ve seen in recent memory where there is no excessive gun play. But who needs bullets when you are driving a two ton projectile powered by an endless, roiling fount of rage?
Peter L’Official has written an important book that speaks with powerful relevance to the state of Black life in America today — and the demands of Black Lives Matter.
In Henri Cole’s best poems, the outside and the inside interpenetrate and merge.
I’m Thinking of Ending Things is a bit of a wonder, a careful nightmare that demands rapt attention even if repeated viewings do little to assuage its eeriness.
The cinema verite masterpiece is among the first non-fiction theatrical features to chronicle “regular” people going about their everyday lives.
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