The fourteenth in the Marvel’s sprawling cinematic universe, Dr. Strange stands
heads above its predecessors in both beauty and brains. The film’s action
sequences boggle the senses, the colors and costumes
I’ve watched It’s A Wonderful Life at least once a year for as long as I can
remember, since the days of smallness and girlhood and uninhibited Christmas
anticipation. It is
“Have you heard of Nikki Giovanni?” I ask, and the woman volunteering at the
sponsorship table at a local event laughs. She is African-American, and she
laughs, “Do I know Nikki Giovanni? Do
The cringe. Of natural human reactions, it is among the most visceral. Eyes
narrow, teeth grind, shoulders hunch in expectation. The cringe could mean
fearful anticipation, though—in my experience—it more often
Pasolini’s 1964 film The Gospel According to Matthew is, in the director’s own
words, about “the life of Christ after two thousand [sic] years of stories on
the life of Christ.