Sometimes I’m loading up my pill organizer and I look at those jewel-bright yellow and pink capsules in my hand and I am once again flattened with joy that I live here, now, and not in the 99.975% of human history in which antidepressants and thyroid medication didn’t exist yet. I spent some of the… Continue reading The fat of the land
Even if I hadn’t quit my job this year, I think this summer’s strike actions by the Writer’s Guild of America and the Screen Actor’s Guilt / AFTRA would feel like a central idea in … well, everything. My relationship to my own career, both where I’ve been and where I now want it to… Continue reading I’m so fascinated
What the hell did we just live through?
“The universe is unfinished, you know.”
And man, it drove me nuts
And worse, I’ve started to subscribe.
Advice to Torontonians: don’t watch Crash in a pandemic in December. Read more
At some point during the 45th Toronto International Film Festival (our first hybrid digital/live event, and the latest in a stream of such styles of festival that will likely be the industry-dominant model for the foreseeable future), we passed the six month mark of Toronto’s pandemic isolation.
For the final episode of Deathwatch, we look at the final nail in the coffin of mainstream moviegoing, and how the movies as a popular art form are about to die, transform, and be reborn.