Guided by the direction of Vasilisa Sugak and the eye of Robert Moore, Metamorphosis is both a fashion story and a meditation on identity, resilience, and rebirth.

E reviews what she’s been reading lately: a blend of razor-sharp nonfiction and slow-simmering novels, all by women.

I am the least qualified person to review movies — but, if you’re a movie buff reading this, let me offer a defense for this film all the same.

Good literature — like Station Eleven — reminds us how to resist despair: by building new worlds.

The world is burning, but we don’t really need to turn to nostalgia constantly in order to hide from it.

Moments is a special show. A love-letter to theatre that isn’t inaccessible to non-theatre people. To the lay folks, I’d think it opens their eyes a little to the intricacies of creating theatre. To theatre folk, it’s a beautiful reminder of why we love it so much.

In the age of celebrity worship, biopics face the challenge of capturing the essence of a life on screen. Are they a sincere tribute or a manufactured exploitation?

Thirteen was a foundational film for complex and tender representations of poor women and girls for my generation. After 20 years, it deserves a critical reevaluation.

Five years later, The Boys has run out of sympathy for sexual assault victims and has made them the butt of the joke. 

If I’m gay, how could I be possessed by this guy all the fucking time, bore my friends about him, drive myself insane with paranoia over whether he knew how I felt or not?