Cutting Ball starts off the new decade with two one-act dreams about women whose bodies aren’t theirs.
Incredible technical work can’t quite make up for Annie Baker’s bloated, meandering text.
Rachel Bublitz returns to SF to premiere a funny, sad, humanizing tale of campus sexual assault.
Fuck this movie. This is misogynist hypocrisy at its worst. Seriously, fuck this movie.
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Charles Lewis III, a perspective on perspective. “[W]hat is it that constrains the individual to fear his neighbor, to think and act like a member of a herd, and to have no joy in himself?” – Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations I…