30 Years Of X: sex, lies, and videotape

Squeezed between the baby-boomer dharma sell-outs and the millennial hordes of tattooed accountants, the throwaway lettuce in a generational bacon sandwich of aspiring corporate drones, sits Gen X, i.e. my generation, sulking mascots of McJobs, deifying burning time creatively doing nothing. Enter our isolation chamber, Steven Soderbergh‘s 1989 Palme d’Or winner, the tipping point. [read more]

First Reformed

It swept me like high tide, in the end, much as a windfall of good luck can disorient us when we are deep in mourning... this painful, beautiful, essential meditation on isolation, and how we get there, and what gets us out. [read more] ★★★★★

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