The bush pricked everyone’s fingers and provided handfuls of blush-red fruit for the price, if you were willing to pay it. Every summer I lived in that house I was glad to.
Travis Scott searches for Utopia after Astroworld.
What does artistic freedom mean for a filmmaker today?
Thoughts on Beyoncé and her masterful Renaissance tour.
Two paths for the independent film.
Normally I love pity, but not when I actually need it.
Remembering the late novelist’s encounters with the movies.
On Martin McDonagh’s The Banshees of Inisherin.
On movies and rain.
A requiem for Trugoy and a rebirth for De La Soul.