All My Stars

  • August 11, 2017 The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

    I’ve been thinking about an anecdote that emerged in tributes to Sam Shepard last week. When he was...

  • August 02, 2017 new york underwater

    I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of criticism lately (and not just because last week’s newsletter incurred the wrath of a number of people wearing VR headsets in their Twitter avatars...

  • July 28, 2017 things weren't better then, they just spent less time nostalgic for the past

    Have you seen Peter Gabriel’s Sledgehammer lately? It popped up when something else I was playing on Youtube ended and I can’t stop thinking about it....

  • July 23, 2017 new glasses

    Last week, I watched They Live. It comes up in conversation pretty regularly, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen it since college. It's such an easy reference, and I'm guilty of it: “putting o...

  • July 13, 2017 lovelace

    Watching American Psycho this year seemed just too obvious, but with all the drama over Jr this week, I had to. I haven’t seen it since came out and I was surprised how much I remembered. It is to ...

  • July 06, 2017 arepas and radio

    It was just an ordinary bout of insomnia, but I wanted to rest my eyes in the dark at the very least, so I downloaded several fictional podcasts — audio dramas, radio plays, I am not quite sure what...

  • June 30, 2017 vampire salad

    Last week, I was trying to recall a scene in a Jarmusch film, or even what film it was, that I loved so much, but haven’t seen in a while. Now I remember. It was this part in *Mystery Train:*

  • June 26, 2017 books and food

    Right after Sturbridge, at the border of Massachusetts and Connecticut on 84 — there's nothing there, no rest stops for miles, except for a little restaurant off the highway.

  • June 16, 2017 waiting for something great

    This week I watched Richard Linklater’s *A Scanner Darkly* adaptation again after recently rereading the novel for the PKD bookclub. The novel is PKD’s finest. It is a near flawless. Any critic wh...

  • June 09, 2017 There was an old theater near a beach

    I have an unclear memory of driving quite far to see *The Machinist* when I was back home at my parents’ place from college. I guess the film wasn’t playing in Boston. I drove all the way to somew...