As a film, The Reader asks us to grapple with the very notion of love. What is it? What does it look like? How does it manifest? And can we know it when we see it? What happens when something clashes with our perception of love? And more importantly, what happens when something clashes with... Continue Reading →

When I first heard about The Reader in 2008, I somehow dreamed up that it was a horror film about a psychic tarot reader. I was wrong. I’m not sure where exactly I got that idea but when I saw the film for the first time, I was glad to have been so grossly mistaken. The film... Continue Reading →