In her review for IndieWire, Kate Erbland describes Netflix’s new vampire film Night Teeth as trying to be “Collateral” meets “The Lost Boys,” and failing on both counts. I think that’s entirely correct.
“Night Teeth” follows a wild night in the life of Benny…
Like everyone else with a Netflix account, I got sucked into the fervor around The Queen’s Gambit when it was released late last year. It usually takes weeks or even months after people have stopped talking about a show for me to finally watch it, but this time was different.
This dirt-trail distance between streets feels like a secret and I follow it, trying to breathe something pure and forget the freon and carbon and multisyllabic particles that shred your cells and give you cancer. But the trails here are short.
Too soon the trail hits an asphalt capillary, far…
As payments are increasingly going digital, the poor and undocumented need help to make the transition away from paper money
Imagine you didn’t have a bank account for a day. You can’t pay bills or shop for cheap goods online. You can’t even pay a parking ticket without going to a physical location. How would you possibly navigate that day? …
What ‘Demon Slayer’ and ‘My Hero Academia’ teach us about heroes
Since childhood, I’ve gone through occasional cycles of anime-fueled escapism. No other genre of storytelling does interesting worlds and unique characters the same way, and for me, it’s a welcome supplement to great books and music when I need imagination fuel. It’s been a few years, but I recently jumped…
Air damp with rot moves like a bellows and where it settles iron crumbles to nothing; degradation from marrow to skin leaves a crusted shell of waiting red, to be destroyed by the hair-trigger touch of some careless finger.
From shape to memory and a red stain.
I thought I saw it on me, today. My arms held the ghost of dust. They creaked at the bends. The noise inside, in my ears. In my head. Maybe it was real.
Maybe I’m just heavy.
There are gashes in my car. Its body weeps red dust. I know it’s rotten from the inside. It still works. We both do.
Someday I’ll make everything lovely new metal.
Strong. Unbroken. Whole.
“Peel through the skin now, son, while you still have the strength.”