Ever since O.J.: Made in America won the Oscar for Best Documentary earlier this year, I’ve been contemplating whether it should’ve even been eligible.
Ever since O.J.: Made in America won the Oscar for Best Documentary earlier this year, I’ve been contemplating whether it should’ve even been eligible.
Comparing 2005’s Wolf Creek (the movie; not the newer TV adaptation) to the recently released Killing Ground acts as a sort of Australian lens through which to examine just how much the horror genre’s relationship to gruesome violence has changed over the last decade.
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My main problem with criticism today, both formal and informal, can be summarized in the phrase: “the selfish audience.”
Continue reading “All The World’s a Stage, and All the Men and Women Merely Selfish Audiences”
In the endearingly-enigmatic climactic scene of Jim Jarmusch’s brilliantly-weird and weirdly-brilliant Paterson, a mysterious yet undeniably-wise member of the literati proclaims, “Hearing poetry translated is like taking a shower wearing a raincoat.” When the camera flashes to the opened book on his lap, the page contains a poem in both its original language and the reader’s native tongue.
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If you’re looking for a normal review of last season’s Yen at MCC Theater, then keep looking.
Martín Zimmerman’s On the Exhale at the Roundabout Theatre Company was a 60-minute masterclass in non-polemical and thus effective theatrical activism, anchored by the best performance of last season by Marin Ireland and the ingenious direction of Leigh Silverman.
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Will Eno is this generation’s Samuel Beckett, isn’t he?
Erica Schmidt’s All the Fine Boys at the New Group Theatre chronicled how systematic patriarchy first destructively subsumes and dictates the worldviews of two girls too young to know any better.
Very few other playwrights so evocatively plumb the plights of modern women as Penelope Skinner.
In The Outer Space at the Public Theater – the best musical of last season – the inimitable Ethan Lipton utilized the ludicrously wide range of his musical voice to leave Earth far behind, both literally and figuratively, to obtain new, creatively absurd and absurdly creative, allegorically-resonant perspectives on the existentialism of Earth-bound existence.
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