I used to work in a grocery store deli. Most of the customers would be regulars, coming daily to get the same half-pound portions of meats, cheeses, and salads. As time went on, you began to learn the little quirks for each one; Some were kind, some were funny, some were rude, but most were simply trying to get their food and go. Regardless, I was a part of their routine as much as they were a part of mine,…
This review is a critical look at Sound of Metal's exclusionary stance towards cochlear implants, and the ways in which it personally demeans me as a hard of hearing individual with the procedure. Sound of Metal is a worthwhile film that takes a staunchly traditionalist perspective on deafness, and while I would ultimately recommend it for the mere fact that it is one of the few fictional features that attempts to depict a "deaf perspective," that it comes at the…
Filmmaking as an act of resistance, where sly wit and coded criticism reveals the power to rewrite history and reclaim identity.
Tying personal agency to sexual fulfillment is something I'm a little iffy on (even though I think the carefree attitude the movie takes towards that actually does benefit it for the most part), but it's a fascinating statement regardless; it makes for a fascinating cultural artifact, if nothing else, and that is more than worthwhile on it's own.
This takes me back to all the nights as a child where my mother would read aloud to my brothers and I, doing silly voices for the wild things, where we heard the story a million times and only loved it more each and every night it was read to us.
It's about as straightforward and literal an adaptation of the story could be, but that's more than okay with me.
It's like seeing my memories come to life.
Every night, my parents would argue with each other.
I heard their anger, their fear, and their frustration seeping through my walls, crawling into my dreams and into my nightmares. They put on a brave face every day, but even as a child I knew something was wrong; they were deeply unhappy people, unhappy with life and unhappy with each other, and nothing could hide the pain in their eyes.
I hated my home. The pain, the misery, and the…