collective

"Bad Luck Banging or Loony Porn' is not the raunchy or outrageous film you might be expecting. It’s subtitled “a sketch of a popular film” for a reason: The film’s arc follows a day in the life of Emi as she runs errands, and writer-director Radu Jude’s camera wanders about.

“I’m Thinking of Ending Things” dazzles and dizzies even its most attentive viewer; the film is a psychological feast boasting richly clever construction and riveting performances.

The film’s editorial side is real time chronicling of a no-nonsense investigative crack team that’s as dramatic as Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman in “All the President’s Men.”

My cohort is allegedly narcissistic and selfish. Recently, LinkedIn found through a survey that 68 percent of millennials would sacrifice a friendship for a promotion. Ouch. I, too, could feign superiority and look down upon my generation, but that would be disingenuous of me. I don’t think our fears and anxieties are unfounded. The cost of living is higher. More than a quarter of a million college graduates last year had minimum wage jobs. Still, I am hesitant to say that the academy has turned students into immoral, irrational players of commercial interest, as Allan Bloom suggests in “The Closing of the American Mind.” If anything, I am rather uncharacteristically optimistic about the broadening of disciplines and diversity in the modern university, which, though imperfect, opens up the potential for collectivity. And I am rather optimistic about what my generation has to offer.