There are moments in the courtroom drama Just Mercy that resonate deeply not for how loud and abrasive they are, but in its quiet depiction of how racism shapes expectation and human behavior. When Johnny D comes upon a fateful police blockade and knows to place open palms on the steering wheel, or when attorney Bryan Stevenson is unlawfully pulled over, the approaching patrolman already brandishing his sidearm. Both Johnny D and Mr. Stevenson are subjected to such treatment for no reason other than they’re Black. They have no choice but to comply; they endure. Continue reading
Dear Christopher Nolan,
I understand and completely empathize with what you and Warner Bros. are doing. Theater chains are at risk and the longer the pandemic goes on, screens will vanquish by the whole. As a devout moviegoer, there is no greater existential crisis. We go to the movies, as you so eloquently put it, not to be alone— but to be together. Continue reading
Last week we were graced with a new titillating trailer for Christopher Nolan’s upcoming mind-bender, Tenet. I viewed it just as the auteur had intended, via Fortnite. (Sorry, that’s still funny to me.) I am once again fascinated by Nolan’s own fascination with time. I’d like to think that if Nolan weren’t a writer-director extraordinaire, he’d be an excellent watchmaker.
Missing from the trailer this time around is any mention of the film’s release date, instead brandishing the tag: “Coming to theaters.” It appears Warner Bros. is crossing fingers these next few weeks, monitoring economic forecasts as counties, states, and other countries slowly begin to ease restrictions. Nolan, backed by the studio and an at-risk cinema state, is doing his utmost to save his medium’s exhibition by making good on Tenet’s summer tentpole release. But with a still-rising death count, new safeguards in place, and warnings of a second wave, it’s not a question of will Tenet come out this summer, but should it? Continue reading
Isn’t it crazy how it’s March 73rd?
My days in lockdown have gotten progressively weirder and WHOLLY counterproductive. Getting out of bed is now a thing on my to-do list. I don’t even make my bed anymore because MY couch, MY rules. Pants are a thing of the past, and my hair, it’s so long… I look like a Lord of the Rings character 😢. Two months into the pandemic and I have devolved into doing slightly above the bare minimum then kinda sorta calling it a “day.” And if there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself in lockdown, it’s that at all times I am only ever waiting for my next meal.
Are we all in this together, truly? Let’s compare! I present to you my daily quarantine schedule, more or less.
6:45AM – Wake up
7:00-9:00AM – Get out of bed?????
9:30AM – Breakfast (or, if I chance passed out early the night before, Dinner)
9:55AM – Chug iced coffee
10:00-1:00PM – “Work”: browse what few freelance gigs are available, draft pitches and cold call opportunities, dissociate in between, then worry I’m not accomplishing enough during quarantine— an existential panic that can only be soothed by fast food 😊
1:30PM – Embark on a lunch quest to Taco Bell
2:30PM – Feel guilty about indulging in fast food yet again
3:00PM – Dissociate
3:30PM – Begin stretching with the intent to exercise
4:00PM – 2nd lunch, or pre-dinner (the 2 soft tacos I was saving) after working up an appetite from the effort it took to stretch
5:00PM – Catch up on the news: Coronavirus case count here in Hawaii, browse the comments section re: Covidiot travelers breaking the mandated 14-day quarantine, and finally braving myself to read about our Covidiot-in-chief
6:30PM – Pour Whiskey down my throat after having read the news
7:00PM – Drunkenly dissociate
7:30PM-10:00PM – Commit to watching a new release, only to put on Parks and Recreation instead 😊
10:15PM – Dinner
11:00PM – Free time to write (More or less a Free Space like in Bingo)
11:45PM – Give up. Like, in general 🥴
12:00-3:00AM – Aggressively refresh Amazon, Best Buy, GameStop, Target, and Walmart pages hopeful for a Nintendo Switch restock
End of Day
Time really is a construct.
So how about it, reader? What does your daily quarantine schedule look like? 😂😂😂
If there’s one thing I feel more acutely these days, it’s rage. Rage at my current unemployed self— towards crises beyond my control, to a certain person in the White House, to dipshits waiving guns and “liberate” banners in front of barbershops and Baskin Robbins. It’s rage every day, all the time. If Doom 2016 was a replenishing demon-run day at the spa, then Doom Eternal is the ultra-violent purge for our stir-crazy souls at this confusing and downright infuriating moment in time. Continue reading