One of the great joys of attending a film festival is seeing something purely because it works out for that time slot, only to have it end up being one of the best you’ve seen all year. I almost didn’t...
For those invested in the visual arts, the thought of losing one’s sight is an unimaginable horror. In addition to the deprivation of one of the sense we rely upon most to simply get around day to day, an entire,...
A Most Violent Year. Not the most violent year. Just one of many; perhaps consecutive, perhaps cyclical. Though it only takes place over a month in the New York winter of 1981 (statistically, one of the most crime-ridden periods in...