A Lengthy and Mundane Explanation of the Fashion Hierarchy of Men in Brazil’s Well-Oiled Government Machine and Absolutely, Positively, 100% Nothing Else

A group of six looming, smirking white men in light grey, pinstripe suits looking into camera. The central man is agape in frustrated anguish.

|Zach Staads| If you really want to make a statement, affect some real change and be an upstanding, ambitious member of the bureaucratic body that keeps the lights on*—you should know the importance of bureau fashion and the importance it plays in… Continue reading

NERVOUS IN THE DESERT: Elizabeth Street alienation in Martin Scorsese’s Casino 

|Ben Tuthill| Casino is the only entry in Martin Scorsese’s catalog you might confuse for self-parody. Three different voice-overs, a United Nations of ethnic slurs, so many Rolling Stones needle drops that at one point there’s a Rolling Stones song playing over another… Continue reading

Turn Your Gaze Upon This Wretched Thing: The Schismatic Spectacle of Brian DePalma’s Hi, Mom!

A white man waving at the camera, with the image cut off horizontally and mirrored at the middle

|Courtney Kowalke| I cannot escape the reach of Ancient Greek theater. The last piece I wrote for Perisphere was about Mai Zetterling’s The Girls and a fictional production of Aristophanes’ comedy Lysistrata. It turns out a large part of director Brian DePalma’s inspiration for… Continue reading