Earlier this month for my husband's birthday we were able to catch a free screening of the documentary Ai WeiWei: Never Sorry. The two of us actually met at a documentary film festival so it was a nice way to celebrate. We got a babysitter and strolled around Durham, our favorite local city (which . . .
The past few months have been a whirlwind of activity followed by lots of family in town for the holidays. So instead of getting a babysitter for New Yearâ€™s Eve, we decided to herald in the New Year by staying in, making fondue and watching a movie by candlelight. We settled on Midnight in . . .
Ben and I met at the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival in Durham, and it was a bewitching experience. We were both first in line to see the band Yo La Tengo orchestrate a live soundtrack to a series of underwater silent films by Jean Painleve. I know it sounds so cheesy, but really, it was . . .
Have I talked about the documentary A Man Named Pearl on here before? If not, I donâ€™t know why I havenâ€™t. I recently recommended the fascinating movie to a friend. It is about a man named Pearl Fryar who has made it his lifelong quest to turn his front and back lawn into a topiary sanctuary. The . . .
This past weekend I had the privilege to watch the original Grey Gardens documentary for the first time. It was astounding. Every movie I've seen by the Maysles brothers impresses me, and this one, strange and voyeouristic, was no exception. I don't know if it was the chaos, the relationship between . . .
Where the Wild Things Are was visually stunning and emotionally rich. The cinematography and the writing captured the sheer rawness of adolescence: the tumult, the freedom and the confusion of deeply felt emotions. A fan of the screenwriter Dave Eggers since reading his similarly moving book, A . . .