Column

On Martin McDonagh’s The Banshees of Inisherin.

On movies and rain. 

A requiem for Trugoy and a rebirth for De La Soul.

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?