The Thin Line Between Chaotic and Lawful: Litigious Grief in Atom Egoyan’s The Sweet Hereafter

A medium-long shot of Tom McCamus as Sam Burnell sitting on top of a picnic bench alongside Sarah Polley as his daughter Nicole Burnell. Sam has one leg propped up on the bench of the table, his hands resting in his lap and holding a half-eaten ice cream. He's dressed in forest green coveralls and wearing a brown leather toolbelt, staring up and to the left with an inscrutable expression on his face, his shoulder-length dark hair blowing in the wind. Nicole has both legs propped up on the same bench and is dressed in beige, white, and pink clothing, including a patterned sweater with rabbits strewn across the chest. She is mid-bite of her cone and looks amused. The brightly lit background indicates they are at a carnival at dusk.

| Chris Polley | I barely understood what a lawyer was as a teen in the 90s. I especially never thought I’d end up marrying one. The major reference points I had were all from TV and movies: I loyally watched The Practice even as ABC kept messing with its time slot… Continue reading

A New Vision of the Western: Paul Thomas Anderson’s There Will Be Blood

|Dan McCabe| For better or worse, the Western is the quintessential American myth from its beginnings with The Great Train Robbery (1903) through the films of John Ford, Sergio Leone, and Clint Eastwood. During the Western’s heyday in the first half of the 1900s, the nineteenth… Continue reading

Schrödinger’s Cat Walks Into a Bar…

|Nazeeh Alghazawneh| “You know how you get rid of crabs? You got to shave one testicle. All the crabs go over to the other testicle, you got to light the hair on fire on that one. When they all go scurrying out, you take an ice pick and you fucking stab every single last one of them!”… Continue reading

The Lost Weekend: An Act of Understanding 

|Jackson Stern| Like many self-described “film nerds”, I grew up with a great admiration for the work of Billy Wilder. Around the time I was thirteen or fourteen, I was watching Sunset Boulevard monthly, completely enraptured by the witty dialogue, the strangeness of it… Continue reading

A Subtle Kind of Jackhammer: Moulin Rouge!, Pop Art, and the Cinema of Baz Luhrmann

A man and woman smile at each other under a red umbrella in a rainstorm.

| Dan McCabe | Baz Luhrmann isn’t your typical “great” filmmaker. His style hits audiences like a jackhammer. Moulin Rouge! (2001) is technically a period drama, but you could be forgiven for thinking the period was the 1990s and not the 1890s… Continue reading