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Columns

Present Tense: Almost Like Falling in Love

By Sheila O'Malley
May 16, 2019
Love is a battlefield: Aliens’ Hicks and Ripley are an unlikely pair, but “unlikely pairs” are the bread and butter of romance, Hollywood-style

Feeling Seen: Avengeance

By Nick Pinkerton and C. Spencer Yeh
May 15, 2019
Hello darkness: a conversation about Avengers: Endgame, genre, and the homogenization of the multiplex

Higher Learning: Hero Worship

By Christina Svendsen
May 9, 2019
The long shadow: reading the superhero film through Siegfried Kracauer‘s classic text

Present Tense: Frank O’Hara at the Movies

By Sheila O'Malley
May 2, 2019
“Darkness embossed by silvery images”: the New York-School poet had a rapturous relationship with the cinema

Higher Learning: The Point of View Shot

By Patrick Keating
April 26, 2019
Show, don't tell: As in the silent period, the idea that the camera might move like a person took different forms in the 1930s

Feeling Seen: Mi familia

By Carlos Valladares
April 16, 2019
Learning to see: a reflection on a family's complex relationship with moving images

Feeling Seen: We Need to Talk About Us

By K. Austin Collins and Devika Girish
April 10, 2019
Face off: a conversation about Jordan Peele’s Us and issues of horror, race, class, and criticism itself

Feeling Seen: Midnight in Paris

By Kelli Weston
April 2, 2019
Big night: Midnight in Paris documents the run-up to prom night at a majority-black public school, and finds promise in the banal

Higher Learning: Labeling Black Unbankable

By Maryann Erigha
March 28, 2019
Split ticket: how Hollywood insiders socially construct audiences by strategically targeting specific racial demographics

Classified: The Witch Who Came from the Sea

By April Wolfe
March 4, 2019
American horror story: Millie Perkins’ performance buoys this would-be exploitation flick, treating the material as Greek tragedy rather than lurid pulp