There are really two movies trapped inside Paul Lieberstein’s Song of Back and Neck. Both are about healing, the one literal, the other figurative. One is a charming romantic comedy with beats you could hit in your sleep. The other…
Tribeca 2018 Movie Review: Dead Women Walking
No critic ever watches a movie hoping it will be bad, but it’s quite rare for a critic to actively wish a movie was better while watching it. I don’t mean that in the sense of wishing a bad movie…
Tribeca 2018 Movie: The Feeling of Being Watched
Speak English. If you must speak Arabic in public, never do so with a raised voice. Dress American. Act American. Stay together in groups, seem as non-threatening as possible. If you see the strange suited men in their bulky black…
Tribeca 2018 Movie Review: Yellow is Forbidden
What does Guo Pei want? This is the question lurking at the heart of Pietra Brettkelly’s new documentary on the exacting Chinese fashion designer who first skyrocketed into the public eye after designing Rihanna’s infamous canary yellow dress to the…
Tribeca 2018 Movie Review: Cargo
Martin Freeman made his career playing affable fish-out-of-water—friendly, helpful fellows, but basically audience proxies replicating the viewer’s incredulity at outlandish people and things. He’s the perpetual straight man, the sounding board against which The Office’s David Brent and Sherlock’s eponymous…
Ramen Heads Movie Review: A mouth watering yet forgettable treat
I remember the first time I ever had a proper bowl of Japanese ramen. I was twenty-one and studying abroad in Tokyo for a semester. Late one night my dorm-leader suggested we hop on our bikes and follow him to…
I Lived Part of Unsane: Separating Fact from Fiction in Steven Soderbergh’s latest
Trigger Warning: This post contains language about depression and suicide that some may find upsetting [Mild Spoilers About Unsane Ahead] I never had a used tampon thrown at me, but I do remember the paper cups of shit. Not that…
