When the glass bounced… 🥃
“After a long lunch of trying to seduce her over burritos…”
Olson describing my college years.
Really, though, I identify quite a bit with the obsession with narrative, with the penchant for old buildings and micro-histories. She tells us towards the end that she may have revealed more than she meant to—but I’m not sure that’s true. This film strikes me as somehow both incredibly personal and yet not quite revealing. Like her non-burrito-based methods of seduction, she allows us…
About 30 or 40 minutes into this movie, the man sitting next to my wife and me started seizing violently. It sounded like he was spitting and wheezing at the same time. I looked over and his mouth was foaming or at least producing a lot of drool behind his mask. I ran out and grabbed the usher and told her to call an ambulance. She looked bewildered and followed me inside, saw what I saw, and then it clicked.…
Lulu Wang’s “Touch” is an experiment in cultural relativism. Can the touching of a child’s genitals be permitted (or more accurately, excused) because of Chen’s Taiwanese upbringing? His age? His intention? His own trauma? Wang starts with a simple and somewhat rosy multicultural scene at a swap meet, establishing Chen’s credibility as a Harmless Old Man™️. After the inciting incident, Wang focuses primarily on shame and confusion. Chen’s wife has a fatalistic view of the American legal system and wants…