I did not intentionally watch Iceberg Slim on the week in which a man of one color would be found not guilty of murdering a teenager of another color, sparking another of the seemingly endless waves of grating, chattering babble about race in this country. I'm glad I did, though, because it was a reminder (if I needed one), that nothing is as subjective in this world as what people of different backgrounds consider "normal."
I can't say I wasn't warned.
I haven't been this depressed after a movie since An Inconvenient Truth.
The editor of Faith and Spirituality in Masters of World Cinema Volume I (Cambridge Scholars Press, 2008) and Volume II (Cambridge Scholars Press, 2011) seeks proposals for previously unpublished essays to appear in a third volume of this series.
I'll probably never win over the skeptics, and that's okay, but ten years later, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl is still my favorite film from 2003.
An oddly engaging but ultimately unsatisfying endeavor, Some Girl(s) is best described as a cross between Nick Hornby's High Fidelity and David Mamet's Oleanna.
One of the more unfortunate side-effects of the polarization and politicization of American discourse is that we've seriously devalued the word "persecution."
"Do you feel safer?"
Kids see, hear, and understand as much as we fear and more than we let ourselves admit.
If you are a straight male of a certain age, Vito Russo’s book, The Celluloid Closet, may well have been your first introduction to … not gay people, exactly, but… Continue reading "Vito (Schwarz, 2011)"
