A tale of two films, really. Loved the first one, which rides the line between somnambulism and mesmerizing unlike anything that easily jumps to mind; I spent basically the first hour fighting to keep my eyes open while remaining completely enraptured. Never knew quite where it was going—while ultimately recognizing what the destination was by virtue of the genre—as it very slowly introduces us to our doomed couple living an idyllic, smoking weed in front of television, existence in isolation.…

The to be expected talking head style hagiography that frequently does well out of Sundance but seeing as how its subject has largely been reduced to a walking Tumblr post, not without value. Particularly appreciated how much attention it paid to Ginsburg’s social advocacy work in the 60’s and 70’s and her adorably dorky relationship with her late husband Martin (if it wasn’t already, the upcoming Felicity Jones/Armie Hammer film about their lives feels especially unnecessary now). I want to…

When I was a little kid, growing up solidly middle class, I had a lot of toys. But my parents, mindful of the expanding clutter that comes from the accumulation of “stuff,” presented me with an ultimatum: if I went long enough without playing with my toys then I’d have to get rid of them before I could get any new ones. They didn’t care what I did with them: throw them out, sell them at a yard sale, give…