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On individual stories and the films of Ramin Bahrani.

So the long awaited for trailer has hit the internet today, and I think it is safe to say that our collective curiosity is still well-piqued.

Almost everything the internet knows about Hollis Frampton.

This essay advocates a biblical emphasis on life promotion and suicide prevention as freedom from a fatalistic and tragic life, especially in contrast to the ancient Greek fascination with death and suicide.

Darren Hughes writes about St. Nick and the interesting relationship between critic and filmmaker.

You may reach a point in your life where you look around yourself and wonder: When did the bomb drop? You are feeling survivor emotions, thinking victim thoughts, haunted by the specter of an anonymous trauma. You look through the hum at those close to you, your brother, your lover, your children, and you can […]

It is silent cinema with a hyper-realized Bazinian sense of wonder. Or a Ricoeur rubik’s cube that can be emplotted across a variety of planes.

Barry Krammes’s work is reminiscent of the Old World, laden with stark bygones of stories that hold pain, suffering, and disaster. And yet, the meaning of these sculptural pieces of calamity, past, innocence, and insanity speak to each viewer in extraordinarily different ways.

On November 23, 1993, my wife and I were suddenly thrown into an unknown country, the one of people with disabilities and their families.1 Our daughter Karis was born with cerebral palsy. All four hemispheres of her body suffered significant movement damage; she could not eat, get dressed, brush her teeth, comb her hair, or […]