M.G. Poe braves the mire and muck of Fire and Fury, Michael wolff's gossipy exploration of the Trump White House.
M.G. Poe braves the mire and muck of Fire and Fury, Michael wolff's gossipy exploration of the Trump White House.
The boy held the note as long as he could, hardly noticing the heat burning his fingers, then he let the scraps fly out into the air like the flaming wreck of a paper plane. He watched until the flames were pinched out by the night and the note was no more.
... the first time he saw her was the last and this grief slowly grew inside him and began to replace the old grief, until, eventually, the loss of both people settled in Jack’s stomach and he thought only of the first, wearing the memory like a layer of skin, tucked away just beneath the surface.
He was reading something. He was at the bottom of the paper, but he didn’t remember what was in the middle or at the top. They were important, these letters on paper. His job was a letters-on-paper kind of job so he guessed that made him important.
Alice looked at Henry for one long moment before nodding, and when she did he could hear her teeth clicking against the barrel of the gun and he shivered at the sound. He closed his eyes for a second and forced himself to swallow. He opened his eyes and looked at Alice. “Do you know why you want to do this?”
What does it cost, sixteen years old, to fly?
On ground such price for sanctuary, sky.
Free to speak and drink, they guzzled
and yelped until a downpour drove them
inside to keep their powder dry.
There is always a battle between the beautiful and the cliché. If a beautiful thing is written a thousand times and again does it become less beautiful?
William followed Dr Poots downstairs into a dark room that smelled strongly of disinfectant, like an operating theatre or a caretaker’s closet. An electric light stuttered into life overhead then hummed along steadily.
Gabriel Ricard takes on the complicated legacy of Hattie McDaniel and the inescapable history of Hollywood racism in his latest Captain Canada column. Also, reviews of Paddington 2, and cult classics from Wim Wenders and Roger Moore.
Running across the living room, heart pounding, I’d imagine if I was quick enough, I could outrun the Big Bad Wolf. He would duck behind the armoire and the Steinway. It was thrilling and terrifying. I was fast.
Little Dan squatted against the wall of the gondola and cried quietly into his folded arms. Elizabeth leaned against the rail and stared out at the sunrise just breaking the treetops. Somewhere out there, in the city, a soft boom clouded into the morning and a fist of smoke rose from the horizon. The balloon rose with it.
The little monkey takes on religious freedom rights in the latest installment of Alex Schumacher's Mr. Butterchips.
The contamination, however, extended beyond the physical conditions. There were many things we did in high school that most people would readily identify as hazing.
January is here, and so are terrible movies - the Filmcast crew skips those to give out homework assignments and discuss the 2018 Oscar Nominations.
In this first installment of Toho’s anime Godzilla trilogy, humanity has lost Earth. After years of searching unsuccessfully for a new world, they return to make a stand against Godzilla and reclaim their home. It’s an idea that balances nicely within the spheres of anime and giant creature features, and it lends itself to moments of beautiful and imaginative sci-fi imagery. These moments, unfortunately, are fleeting. While the script aims for high drama, stilted computer-generated animation of the human characters derails any emotional impact, making Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters an exercise in patience.
Studio Ponoc continues Studio Ghibli’s legacy with its debut animated feature, Mary and the Witch’s Flower. Magical and goodhearted, this simple film should entertain children and adults alike. When young Mary discovers a mysterious flower, granting her limited magical powers, she is transported to a school for witchcraft where she soon learns everything is not as it seems. My main concern lies in the film’s animation choices—I’m surprised how Westernized everything looks; and yet, this look is faithful to its source material, Mary Stewart’s The Little Broomstick. That aside, this delightful film proves Studio Ponoc is here to stay.