Currently Browsing: Catherine Sawoski
Strike!, the 1998 film written and directed by Sarah Kernochan, was not supposed to be titled that. And, sometimes, it’s known as All I Wanna Do.
“The original title, my title, was The Hairy Bird,” Sarah Kernochan introduced at a rare and recent screening at the Metrograph in New York, “which was a euphemism in the 60s at boarding schools for penis.… read more.
A confession: I listen to a podcast every night before I fall asleep. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t float out of consciousness with some voice cooing in my ear, dissecting the plot to a book I haven’t read or teaching me about a minor historical event. When I was in high school, my brother’s nightly routine included shutting off whatever Spotify show was spouting from my phone before he went to bed.… read more.
It would be a safe bet to say that most of the line snaking outside of MoMA thinks of Georgia O’Keeffe as a synonym for pastel flowers. Going into this summer’s new exhibition of her work, among the other uninitiated, a friend and I were able to wax poetic about dainty blooms, beautiful colors, and vibrant oil paintings that grace the covers of twelve month calendars.… read more.
A nondescript white man lies in a bed in New York City with his Korean-American wife. “Childhood sweethearts reconnect twenty years later and realize they were meant for each other,” he murmurs, mulling over archetypes in his mind. A pause. “In the story, I would be the evil white American husband standing in the way of destiny.”… read more.
Recently, on an internet-age first date at the Met, I meditated with a man I just met on the value of scribbles. Posed in front of a Cy Twombley entitled “Dutch Interior,” I pointed to thin pencil marks on the imposing canvas, crayon scrawls and scratched-in numbers. He seemed less than impressed.
“Isn’t it interesting how all graffiti is the same?”… read more.
Monsoon Wedding comes to a close exactly as its name suggests. Rain, falling in steady streams around the celebration, encloses the wonderful ensemble of characters in rectangular reverie. Carnations swing from the balcony, and rows of unfurled drapery hang in vibrant orange and reds. The show’s fused families, not assured that this wedding would take place at all, twist their hands in careful flourishes that rival even the most classic of Bollywood movies.… read more.