There’s maybe a larger point made in the way that the internet circulates death. The day that Chantal Akerman died inspired reactions of surprise at how suddenly this tragedy occurred, sadness that her passing left such a large gap in the number of canonised female directors who could lend their voices to the next generation along with anger that her suicide was spurred from an industry unwilling to support her when she needed it most. Months later the French auteurist…

I spent my whole life wanting to be a mathematician. I excelled in it at primary school, continued it into secondary school where my capabilities made up for deficiencies in the social sciences and the like. This continued into college where I did my A Levels in Maths, Further Maths, Physics and Chemistry, letting the STEM grandeur take over and shedding all other pursuits as inquisitive hobbies. This narcissism only continued when my master’s application was accepted, narrowing my focus…

I’d never seen a horizon in my life. A long stretch passed from the heavenly days of 1978 to twenty years later where a fine scarlet chasm gulfed between the terran and the avian on a crisp Christmas morning. Malick was in his element. Gosling took centre, his furrowed fibonacci brow vanishing at the centre of his twenty-eight whites. Mara followed next, a perpendicular angle connects her forearm to her guitar, her fingers strumming to Klaus Wiese’s vision to a…