NYFF Must See: Tuesday After Christmas (and then I...
If you want to see why Romania is one of the new frontier’s of filmmaking, get yourself to Tuesday After Christmas. Filmmaker Radu Muntean wanted to create a film about a love triangle that would be as “captivating” as an action film, yet at no point does the picture delve in gimmick; this is a realistic, impeccably acted glimpse into a complex romantic entanglement. Only the...
Woman of Steele Wear Daily: NYFF Edition
It’s time for another edition of Things I Wear!!! Yay!!! Today, I saw a press screening of The Social Network at the New York Film Festival. I liked it. A LOT. A WHOLE LOT. But more on that later… I almost never wear shorts to movie theaters because I get cold really easily, so sometimes a trip to the local cineplex reminds me of the time I was camping at high altitude in a less...
I was the usual kind of Facebook user, I’m sad to admit. But I’ve been three...– Andrew Garfield who plays Eduardo Svarin, Facebook co-founder, in The Social Network. After he said this, Justin Timberlake patted him on the back (seriously).
There is less sex in this movie than in 2 minutes of Gossip Girl.– Aaron Sorkin, at today’s NYFF press conference following a screening of The Social Network. A member of the press asked if scenes in the movie had been overly sexualized.
Weekend at the New York Film Festival: Three To...
It’s officially Fall! The pools are drained and you probably don’t have vacation time left. There’s no better time than the present to head on inside and catch some of the finest movies in international filmmaking. Tickets Here! The Palm d’Or winner at Cannes, Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, from the Thai filmmaker Apichatpong Weerasethakul (I’ve...
We are put on this planet only once, and to limit ourselves to the familiar is a...– Roger Ebert in his 2003 review of the Korean film The Isle
Maybe being good isn’t about getting rid of anything. Maybe being good has to do...– Eve Ensler, The Good Body
"Magnolia": A short story I wrote when I was 17
Last night I stumbled upon a journal I wrote in while I was teaching english in Thailand the summer I was 17. I found a rough (very very rough) draft of a story. I have only made minor corrections for grammar and clarity much to the chagrin of my ego. It’s set in the Market in Charleston, SC, a tourist attraction where one can procure any number of chotchkies. She stared at her broken...