This tragedy about being complicit in genocide—and doing mental gymnastics to convince yourself you’re doing the right thing—is eternally relevant, but especially in light of the current situation in Palestine.
These stories are not over; they’re weaved into the capitalist world we live in today, and even commodified for profit.
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later,…
This film prompted me to dig out an old cell phone I haven’t used in two and a half years, and I found voicemails from my mother who died in April of 2014. I didn’t recognize her voice.
