Pulp Fiction

Riding off the release of her debut EP Off the Rails, Wallice dedicated the beginning of her set to her magnetizing brand of indie pop.

High school student Ryland Walker Knight sat on the edge of his seat, eyes peeled open at the movie screen ahead. Struck by the beauty of the production, he dragged his friend to Berkeley’s California Theater for their second screening of Inland Empire in two days.  

My personality cannot be reduced to the cliched pretension that compels me to choose between “Pulp Fiction” and “Fight Club” for the honor of watching me sleep at night.

“Elsewhere” — the concept was perhaps only a figment of my green imagination, but it often stemmed from thoughts I couldn’t help thinking.

Not to mention that when Allen was almost ousted from Hollywood after he sexually abused his seven-year-old-daughter, Weinstein agreed to distribute “Bullets Over Broadway.” Yep, you read that right. Weinstein was the man who gave Allen his career back.

While the debate between the streaming giants of today versus the studios, exhibitors, festival directors and cinephilic spectators will always exist, Netflix’s ability to offer such distinctive visions should be commended rather than chastised.