susan sontag

Cuoco’s inept and ever electric part-time CIA investigator keeps “The Flight Attendant” from skidding too far off course.

The result is a film that feels its runtime, fastidiously tuning its performances to awards bait while simultaneously understanding its absolute ludicrousness.

There is something touchingly universal about Stevens’ and Augustine’s lyricism as well as their resolute commitment to piecing elements of their own most beloved films, creating artistry carefully steeped in the desire to reconcile our humanity.

NFT art is, by and large, objectively kind of terrible — it’s a hodgepodge of recognizable images and memes interspersed with derivative and visually grating vaporwave imagery.

When Susan Sontag, celebrated American writer, thinker and philosopher, wrote these words in her diary “Reborn,” she was still a freshman at UC Berkeley.