The Saturday Rumpus Review: Little Minnie at the Movies
Being a teenager sucks. It’s not pretty or nice or sweet or kind.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Across the Divide
The proof of their friendship came through years of devotion.
The Rumpus Interview with Phoebe Gloeckner
Artist and author Phoebe Gloeckner talks about her semi-autobiographical novel The Diary of a Teenage Girl, just adapted into a film starring Kristen Wiig and Alexander Skarsgard, and what she's working on now.
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Queen of Decay
I wish it had been: Amy was a brilliant and tortured artist. Lets explore her brilliance. Let’s watch her perform.
The Saturday Rumpus Review: Güeros
It’s a literal confrontation of his metaphorical fear, a visual take on Rilke’s words: to view Güeros is to see a “thing poem” on the screen, to witness something like “The Panther” materialize.
The Saturday Rumpus Review: Mad Max: Fury Road
But of course, our world isn’t actually dead yet. This is fiction, and we’re watching a movie.
The Rumpus Interview with Me and Earl and the Dying Girl
Producer Jeff Sommerville, director Alfonso Gomez-Rejon, and the cast of Me and Earl and the Dying Girl discuss their movie that went to Sundance and beyond.
Thought Crimes, Sexual Fantasies, and “The Cannibal Cop”
Years ago when I worked at a house of domination in NYC’s Chelsea district, there were a handful of clients who were memorable for breaking up the run-of-the-mill fetish (foot…
The Saturday Rumpus Review of Ex Machina
Ex Machina is pretty adept at tricking viewers into thinking we’re smarter than the film.
The Saturday Rumpus Review of It Follows
It Follows interrogates its patriarchal ancestry and forges a unique and clever film in the process.
The Saturday Rumpus Review of Under The Skin
Part misandry-based revenge fantasy, part science fiction mash-up, Under the Skin weasels its way into your reptilian brain from its first baffling frames.
Being Like Him: Fathers, Daughters, and Sons in Boyhood
That scene at Antone’s plays out one of my biggest fears: that when women aren’t in the room, straight men shift their conversations.