Being a new patron to ContraPoints (since valiant attempts at maintaining nuance and public admissions of human vulnerability delivered while chipping away at a 40 are things I feel deserve my money), I sat in on a live stream for the first time this past Friday. Aside from the fact that Natalie is dreamy and... Continue Reading →

Two nights ago, I went to see Honey Boy in what turned out to be an empty theater. I had absolutely no expectations, being no particular fan of its lead/author, but knowing what tabloids do to people I have always reserved judgment on him. In the end, I was glad the theater was empty, because... Continue Reading →