Like a lovesick diary entry, Terence Nance’s feature debut, An Oversimplification of Her Beauty,
loops from confession to self-doubt to blind infatuation. The film is a
blend of documentary and
Now You See Me screened after WW press deadlines, presumably to make us think it had a trick up its sleeve. But nope—there's nothing there. Critic's Grade: C
In an early scene in the magic-heist movie Now You See Me, Jesse Eisenberg’s character gives an audience a piece of advice. “The more you think you see,” he says, “the easier it wil...
Beaux Arts Club opens with a
strange sort of duet. Actress Anne Sorce, clad in a mod minidress and a
fluffy brown wig, shimmies and swivels around an unnamed man who’s been
gagged and handcuff
A love letter to journalism? More like a slapdash list of thin and mostly uninteresting ramblings.
Last week, I wrote that Mike Daisey was sucking up to an industry—journalism—that has pilloried him.
Tuesday night, in a monologue presented by PICA, Daisey didn’t really suck up to journalists. Rather, the monologuist—who weathered controversy aft...
Girls, directed by Woody Allen and François Truffaut.
Movie Reviews & Stories
People have been trying to figure out twentysomethings at least since Dustin Hoffman unzipped Anne Bancroft’s dress. In 2010, The New York Times Magazine
ran a late-to-the-game article about a “
The controversy-courting monologuist professes love for an industry that has savaged him.
Q & A
Mike Daisey is sucking up to the industry that pilloried him. After it emerged that he’d lied in an episode of This American Life about Apple’s factories in China, journalists raked Daisey over th
Day 2 of WW's quest to find Portland's best miniature golf course
Fore! With spring in the air—and with every other fun activity from a Normal American ChildhoodTM having been already co-opted for ironic enjoyment then played out—over the next week WW brings you reviews of Portland-area putt-putt courses. We're also pretty excited about More
It would be easy to carp about Lauren
Weedman’s mispronunciation and misnaming of this newspaper (on opening
night, she referred to it as “Will-uh-met Weekly”). But that would be
When Portland author Ursula K. Le Guin wrote The Left Hand of Darkness
in 1969, she imagined it as a thought experiment. What would a world be
like, she asked, where humans spent most of their liv
For its second tribute to film noir, Return to Noirville,
Cinema 21 celebrates the genre’s apex with eight classics, but it also
hops a few decades forward with a trio of neo-noirs. Top among th