I live in Washington, D.C., where I first came to work as a writer and producer for The Atlantic in 2010 and then covered D.C. transportation for TBD On Foot. These days, I report on state telecom issues for Warren.
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Now I remember why I never felt interested in being part of the riot grrrl scene. The film shows snippets of footage of young white women in that era, saying that the riot grrrl was a scene in which they didn’t have to fight in the mosh pit, or have men sexualize them for being at a show. For me, I was in the mosh pit, getting bruised and punched because as an individual, not as a woman, I wanted to be where the action was and even back then I knew that allies, regardless of gender, were few and far between. So I was just me. I also remembered being more fearful of being assaulted because I was black than because I was a young woman. I would have almost begged to be seen as a woman back then, but my ethnicity trumped my gender.
A close reading of the latest movie poster for Nymphomaniac.
Frances Ha
I’m experiencing a serious need to see both this and The Great Gatsby these days (which, in my St. Louis traveling this past weekend, I failed to see then). Help.
Recommended Viewing: a 1952 documentary about William Faulkner and his hometown.
Killer accents.
Intellectuals in love.
Orpheus was a far better film than I expected. What an outrageous yet interesting way to deal with the myth.
Airplane movies I watched on the way to and from Europe, in order of me liking them:
Silver Linings Playbook appealed to me mostly due to the acting and sheer originality of what was going on for most of the film. I’m not fully sold. There’s a degree to which the movie fetishized the mental illnesses of its characters, which made me a little uncomfortable. I also don’t like quite how easily it tied the plot together with a quaint bow in the final act either. A little too neat and easy. I was generally pleased with the selection of movies overall though. Transatlantic flights have gone up in quality since I’d last taken them, I think. I also watched two episodes of Girls and listened to a lot of airplane-provided music.
*I only watched the first five minutes of Anna Karenina but couldn’t keep going. I love the book but what the hell was this? It may, in fact, have been a good movie.
R. I. P. Les Blank, one of cinema’s greatest documentarians.
Film: Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe.
You go, Werner. Everything about this film is important. I’ve read about it for years but only just watched it this week. This is the most horrifying meal.
