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Green Book Is Another Film About Race for White People

Despite its frustrating politics, Green Book is the type of film tailor-made to court awards consideration from an Academy that had to be shamed into diversifying its ranks. With its insistence on the pretense of loving our way into racial harmony, the movie exists almost exclusively to allow white moviegoers to nod sagely about “how far we’ve come” before calling the cops on their black neighbors for not waving hello.


Well-Read Black Girl's Glory Edim On Her Book Club and the Importance of Representation

“The responsibility of a writer representing an oppressed people is to make revolution irresistible,” said Toni Cade Bambara in 1976. It’s a sentiment that women working in the black feminist literary tradition understand intimately, making it a fitting guiding ethos for Glory Edim’s second annual Well-Read Black Girl Fest. 


Taylor Swift Can’t Save You

In a way, this would seem like the Occam’s razor—an event of such political significance occurred that Swift finally felt a moral obligation to break her public silence. But even if we accept this as true, it only brings more questions to mind, primarily: Why did it take the public flagellation of a white woman to get her to shift her stance? Was it simply the first time she’d seen her privilege challenged in such a definitive way?


Assassination Nation and the Cathartic Power of Female Rage

The witch hunt has historically been about decimating the women who refuse to conform; who fail to perfect the delicate balancing act between “sexually available” and “slut,” “chaste” and “prude.” But men have co-opted even that, claiming the term to describe any call for long overdue consequences of their wanton disregard for female personhood in all its forms. So why shouldn’t we just take up arms, raze it all down and reclaim the world as our own? 


Natalie Portman Embodies Pop Spectacle in Brady Corbet’s Vox Lux

With Vox Lux, Corbet speaks to how pop music is far more about the spectacle than the music, but he also examines how unnecessary intellectual rigor or technical skill is to the process. The modern pop star’s job is not to tell us how to feel, but to provide us with a template upon which to project our feelings. They bring the melodic frame and we bring the emotional heft. It is a symbiotic relationship of sorts: we pay them to reflect ourselves back to us.


Where Hands Touch Can't Make a Nazi Love Story Work

While expertly made, the film fails because it refuses to meaningfully acknowledge the basic truth of the terrifying power dynamics between the two lovers. […] Where Hands Touch focuses so much on the idea that love can traverse any boundary that it forgets there’s no love strong enough to bridge a genocide.