Note: This story was first published in the Albuquerque Journal, and can be viewed here.
By David Lynch
Just before 11 a.m. on July 5, 2018, Candelaria “Candy” Ruiz walked across a crater about an hour and a half’s drive from Roswell in southeastern New Mexico to find some shade.
She settled under a small tree at the crater’s edge and watched as a small group walked around the remote area, which, on this day, compensated for its lack of cell service with multitudes of historical significance and wonder. Continue reading →
There’s a moment early in the third act of Boots Riley’s “Sorry To Bother You” when the writer-director crosses a line.
It’s not the line, but only because there are several borders to increasingly absurd territory over the film’s runtime. It’s not completely non-sequitor, because anything less might stall the plot’s exponentially batshit crazy momentum.
And you can’t quite argue against it, because it’s a plot development that might hue quite close to normalcy—at least that’s what we come to believe after spending some time in Riley’s head. Continue reading →