Grant Ginder’s novels are breezy entertainments. Whether tackling the high-level insanities of politics or the messy misunderstandings within family resentments, he’s a precise, funny and unfussy writer. While watching The People We Hate at the Wedding, the first feature film based on his works, I kept asking myself if the[…]
Anyone walking into The Menu having seen its trailer already knows the type of movie they should expect. Mark Mylod’s feature film debut, with a screenplay by Seth Reiss and Will Tracy, belongs to a long line of scandalous arthouse entertainments that run the gamut from Godardian brutalism (Weekend) to Buñuelian[…]
The concept of self-care used to come across as selfish. “I’m going to have a ‘me’ day” or “I’m going to take myself on a date tonight” didn’t always go over well in the group chat. It was the equivalent of “Oh, I can’t, I’m washing my hair tonight.” But[…]
Indie pop — which is pop that’s not as popular as it wants to be — is such a bane to modern music. The breathy vocals, the slavish production echo, the lyrics that might as well be in your own private made-up language, the entire genteel inoffensiveness of it: it’s[…]
