August 10, 2017
In the morning, a sinkhole opens up in the Cafeteria, Emerson’s trailer park. The ground caves in just behind the mobile homes on the other side of the water, sucking in all the contents of the lake. The water and fish all disappear into the center of the earth. The geese manage to fly away but the turtles are too slow. All that remain are puddles and half eaten fish carcasses...
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July 30, 2017
You must have a lot of chutzpah to make a movie about a slice of life in New York City when there is a legacy of iconic films that come before yours. Off the top of my head I can name (in no particular order) Manhattan, Midnight Cowboy, On the Town, Annie Hall, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Taxi Driver, Dog Day Afternoon, West Side Story, My Dinner with Andre and The Muppets Take Manhattan—you get the idea... read more >
July 21, 2017
True crime documentaries are a subgenre of documentary filmmaking that are hard to get right. If heavy handed, they can seem like an episode of Law and Order, if done well the film can be nuanced and captivating... read more >
The Mistress, the Publisher,
His Son & His Mother
The Only Living Boy in New York
A Film Review by: Jennifer Parker
August 05, 2017
Thomas Webb (Callum Turner) is one part Holden Caulfield, one part Benjamin Braddock, one teensy part Ferris Bueller and one part William S. Burroughs all folded into a good looking, angsty and almost but not quite, impossibly handsome millennial package... read more >
July 27, 2017
I got it from her, this habit of clenching my feet into a fist. I may not be the sharpest knife in the jar, but I understand this: a marriage is built of bones and teeth. We take care of ours: we brush, we floss, we see our dentist. Even so, I’m holed up in a Florida hotel writing this eulogy while she’s at a shoot–‘em-up flick...
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July 20, 2017
Twelve of us canoe on the Green River in Utah, whose color, a buttery turtle shell, almost earns its name. Along with the six barrels of food choices, jerky and Nova bars, two toilets, seven tents, and sunscreen, we barge sixty gallons of H2O. The old manure, piss, and, especially, the uranium, of the Green renders the water unfit for quenching our sunbaked thirsts...
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