A. D. Jameson

Do you want to watch a movie that brims with plot twists and turns, where seemingly anything can happen, as characters explore spectacular and colorful sets, planting new ideas in one another’s heads, the whole charade serving perhaps as a metaphor of the cinema as an engine for limitless dreaming?

In honor of the Pitchfork Music Festival, here’s a collection of different versions of “Gloomy Sunday,” the “Hungarian Suicide Song”:…

One of my favorite buildings in Chicago’s South Loop was recently demolished: an old brick one at the corner of…

Last night I had the pleasure of seeing Giorgos Lanthimos‘s third feature-length film, Dogtooth (Kynodontas, 2009), which is the kind…

Jarred and I started talking a while back about readings, and what can be done to improve them. This is…

I may be a bit slow to the party, but until tonight, and a chance overhearing in a crowded bar,…

A while back, while doing some critical writing about Wittgenstein’s Mistress, I found myself desperately wishing that it had an…

A few years ago, when I was in New York to give a reading, I called David Markson, cold. (His…