Spoilers ahead! The return of the hit television series “Euphoria” has been delayed yet again. In late March, HBO announced that shooting for season three […]
Spoilers ahead… if you aren’t familiar with a TV series that came out in the 1990s…Last Sunday, I drove home to Boston to see a 35mm screening of David Lynch’s “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me” released in 1992 at the Brattle Theater in Harvard Square. I settled into my endearingly lumpy seat, and the film began with a woman’s scream and a television smashed with a pipe…Just over 30 minutes into the film, the iconic “Welcome to Twin Peaks” sign appears on screen, with Angelo Badalamenti’s hypnotizing theme song accompanying an indication to any Twin Peaks fan that they are entering a familiarly strange and disturbing world. But this Twin Peaks is different from the world of the show; Laura Palmer (Sheryl Lee), whose mysterious death animates the television series, is still alive. She walks down the street of an idyllic neighborhood, her skin dappled with sunlight streaming through the tree branches. She is contemplative, preoccupied, but a smile dances across
Warning: spoilers ahead!Lionsgate knew what they were doing when they released “The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes” on Nov. 17, just as college students around the country were returning home for Thanksgiving. After all, what is Thanksgiving if not an opportunity to sit in your childhood bedroom and reminisce about simpler times gone by? In an attempt to fully embrace the time machine experience of the film, I brought my parents along with me, and we even returned to the same theater where I had watched the other installments of the franchise as a tween.“Songbirds & Snakes,” base
A few weeks ago, I made my final journey to the now-closed Bow Tie Cinema in hopes of seeing a horror movie. Do I like horror movies? No! Do I usually avoid such films like the plague? Yes! Ever since seeing “Hereditary” and struggling to sleep for weeks afterwards I’ve made it a rule to engage with horror as little as possible.
At the first hint of briskness in the air, my mind goes to one place: the movie theater. In a state like Connecticut where autumn seems to consist primarily of interminable grey skies and a rapidly approaching sunset, nothing is more appealing than escaping the drizzle for a few hours in the cozy depths of a theater. But it’s easy to take for granted the most crucial element of this fantasy: movies.