On Martin McDonagh’s The Banshees of Inisherin.
On movies and rain.
Anyone who’s lived long enough to learn to feed themselves likely has some kind of biographical dish.
Tár holds back too much to work as a commentary on cancel culture, and isn't elusive enough to succeed as a work of art.
Why the producer's “do-nothing” approach means everything.
Are we losing our capacity for cinematic enchantment?
On two movies about teenagers.
Will there ever be a filmmaker more adamant about emulating the literary canon?
Reckoning with the swift decline of Twitter.