Column

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.

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.