Category: <span>Bedtime Stories</span>

At the American Splitscreen Cinema

On one side of the splitscreen plays, some people say, one of the greatest stories ever told. A band of pilgrims wanders the desert wilderness of the American West, maybe the Mojave. The brilliant light of the afternoon sun–punishing, ecstatic, purifying– floods the ready metaphorics of the landscape.

The Day After

Come the day after, little of what exhausted and demoralized you has changed. Trump is going, going, we think, gone: but with 71 million, almost half of the country’s votes stuffed in his pockets. The racism, nativism, misogyny, and the authoritarian style he represented live on. These folks probably don’t even need to go underground.

A Little Law By Torchlight, Now and Then

Thanks to the horrific associations they conjure, any floodlit, outdoor, nighttime political rally can bring on a reflexive chill. To frighten? And by frightening, impress? Was that the message behind Amy Coney Barrett’s nighttime gathering of Republican conspirators in a strange, after hours Supreme Court swearing in ceremony? Why the inverse mimicry of an earlier, afternoon super spreader event?

The Peepstone Problem: A Film Treatment

Derby Day, September 5, 2020. Six white men are in attendance: the very important SENATOR FROM KENTUCKY, the not as important SENATOR FROM SOUTH CAROLINA and the as-yet-disgraced EVANGELIC IMPRESARIO, all Dixie born, and THREE YOUNG MEN, in sailor suits, who attend to them. Because of the coronavirus pandemic, all seats of Churchill Downs remain vacant, save those occupied by these six men.