Chained for Life is 2019’s smartest cinematic contribution-cum-excavation of the current discourse surrounding #Representation.
Chained for Life is 2019’s smartest cinematic contribution-cum-excavation of the current discourse surrounding #Representation.
The title of Imagining Madoff — now running at Theatre Row, courtesy of New Light Theater Project — describes both the play’s mission and its titular subject’s preferred activity, a duality that probes the similarities between Bernie’s famed — infamous? — misdeeds and the nature of historical storytelling in art.
Does Wednesday’s piece regarding The Death of Death Long feel…incomplete?
How can a movie that hinges on a horse fucking a guy to death be so…boringly conventional?
What Jexi could’ve been:
From one of my favorite actors erring, to another:
Yesterday, whilst discussing delightmares, I posited (in regards to Steven Knight, but the sentiment applies to many of my faves) that artists adventurous enough to swing for the fences will inevitably whiff a few at-bats.
Continuing our conversation regarding unintentional comedy (fuck artistic intentionality!), it’s high-time to finally explain the definition of a delightmare, through The Delightmare of 2019: motherfucking Serenity.
Has a movie ever adapted a Great Work of Literature by satirizing the conventions of Great Works of Literature, and their #OscarBaity translations?
Not much shines in the world of The Golden Glove, and its characters — the dregs of society — find little glove-like protection from what ails them.