He was always drunk by the time night came around but you’d only know that if you really loved him. I asked him, once, what it was he liked about the band and he struggled with that, blustered vaguely for a time until, finally, ‘you can really hear the pain in the singer’s voice. He ended up killing himself, y’know, and you can hear that,’ he said.

FILM / Zora's Super Short Show / Twilight Saga New Voices Shorts / Zora Satchell

Anyone who follows my Twitter knows that I am a huge Twilight stan. Over the last year, I’ve gotten my friends to rewatch these beloved films over and over. I tweet constantly about its awful delights and violent faults. I speculated about character development or lack thereof, I complained endlessly about my issues with Meyer’s abysmal politics and less than ideal approach to prose, but mainly I gushed endlessly about the cinematic masterpiece that was the first film in the franchise. Everything about it comes together to make the perfect indie-teen-supernatural-romance.

FILM / Outside the City Limits: An Appreciation for Civilization's End / Wyeth Leslie

Since Parasite won Best Picture last year, spaces of civilization have become complicated. Formerly innocuous spaces, like grocery stores and fast food restaurants, now feel dangerous. Right now, a lot more of civilization is emptier than normal. This isn’t (and hopefully won’t) always the case. I miss when my edges of civilization were spaces relegated to the screen, landscapes home to characters usually driven by chance and desire. Revenge is another common thread through these films, whether it involves economic revenge (Hell or High Water), Sad Max revenge (The Rover), or drugged-out Nicolas Cage revenge (Mandy). All depict characters and society on the verge of becoming ghosts, but I think the some of the best examples of this dividing line are Fargo, It Follows, and Leave No Trace.

Marvin had an inkling of an idea why Doris wouldn’t want him to see the inside of the notebook, but he decided not to push the subject. Marvin continued unloading the items in the gardening wagon with Doris and putting them on the sidewalk. Although he didn’t have a clue what Doris’ intentions were, he found himself trusting her motives.

The Rat looks around assessing the danger. She is alone. Cautiously she moves toward the trap. The alley is littered with rats who have failed in their quest to get the cheese. Their bodies now one with a trap they could not outwit; some are dead, others still gasping for air, slowly dying. All Rats know that if a trap catches you there is no escape.

“Slow down.” He said. She did. Instead of reaching for the net, he was close enough to grab the toy with his hands. Arrella stopped the motor, letting the boat and the bay sail them on their own, climbing over the seats to him and the sight he held in his green flanneled arms.