Tripp York

Surfing, Taoism & Stingrays

Click here for a short article I recently wrote for the fine people at Jesus Radicals. I was thinking there was a point to it, but then I read it and realized that I may have imbibed too much Taoism of late. It may or may not be a good thing. Hard to say.

Tripp York

Back it Up, Yoda’

Nine Amish males were arrested near a town I, interestingly enough, recently fled. In the fine state of Kentucky (your whiskey makes me cry . . . I miss you), these nine punk rawkers said, “Take that, po po!” when the boys in blue demanded (for the sake of safety) that they place orange reflective […]

Jeffrey Overstreet

Drive (Winding Refn, 2011)

Critics are praising a fresh, stylish take on an old story—and they should be. It’s a very well-made film. A criminal, dodging the law and living off risky business, encounters a damsel in distress and her adorable sidekick. Using his carefully controlled catalog of facial expressions, he connects with her quickly. And, spending time with […]

Larry Gilman

Marilynne Robinson Errs (But Still Rocks)

To see a fine thinker bamboozled by a minor fallacy is always a freaky spectacle, like watching an elephant trip over a peanut.  It’s sad, too: a little spring goes out of my step and my shoulders droop lower.  If the mighty can take such falls, what hope for the rest of us?  Consider G. […]

Aaron Darrisaw

Rogue Women and a World Upside Down

The recent proliferation of movies starring a strong, take-no prisoners, independent female as the lead in an action role should give us pause.  And though such films are not necessarily new to Hollywood, they are increasingly prominent, today.  Some movies that come to mind are Hanna, Colombiana, Haywire, and (to some extent) The Debt.  Each […]

Robert Hill Long

The Catch & Esau’s Portion

In “The Catch,” Long offers the image of a fisherwoman, carrying the “stunned pewter” of her catch, to market. In “Esau’s Portion,” we are brought to the hospital cafeteria and the funeral potluck, where Long hungers for the memory of one lost: “what I lack is the thanks you made me take in, bowed down, at the end of any given day.”

Lauren Wilford

The Beaver (Foster, 2011)

                    “Are Mel Gibson’s eyes really that blue, or does he wear contacts or something?” my little sister asked me after The Beaver. In the era of color-grading, you can never be quite sure– but Mel’s piercing blue eyes are a Hollywood relic. “Piercing” isn’t really the […]