Traveling alone in a new city is always exciting. You are left to experience things by yourself, to reflect on past choices, to misremember events, and to record little incidents that with time take the weight of secrets. You drink and eat when you want, stop to look at buildings or people, visit museums, and check Grindr. Basically, you become invisible, allowing for moments of reflection, or hypervisible, allowing for unexpected experiences to unfold, fortuitous sex being a key one…

This was exhausting.

As revisionist as it is plotless, this is a movie that recognizes Hollywood’s creative nadir yet downplays the country’s social unrest. It abstracts events to a degree that erases any productive connections they could lead to. I think this may also be Tarantino’s first movie without the n-word, yet the real life source of the story is about a racist (as well as the two protagonists).

This is Tarantino's ninth and, according to him, penultimate movie. That…

“The Turin Horse” is obsessive in its attempts to strip life of all the elements that make it tolerable. And yet, Bela Tarr’s exploration of regret and hopelessness is remarkably kept alive by “the” elements that seem to subjugate humans. Never have I seen on film wind, fire, water, and earth take on this monumental power (even the horse gets an acting credit, and rightly so since, besides the computer generated “Okja,” seldom have I seen an animal show this…

As “A Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery” starts a young man is writing a letter to his beloved. In it, he writes that he wants to bear witness to an act of colonial violence during the Filipino revolutionary movement. He wants to be present so he can grieve his country, to “commit to memory their crime” so he can recall it “over and over again” in the years to come. As the man finishes the letter and stands the camera…