In the late 1970s and early ’80s, women office workers banded together in a labor movement that sprouted up in 25 cities across the country.
Preparations to Be Together for an Unknown Time and My Little Sister are complicated films about complicated people.
What begins as a trenchant exploration of losing a child becomes a Lifetime-esque affair that strays so sharply from a mother’s grief that it feels a bit like a betrayal.
Ammonite tells a 19th-century love story that prompts less a tingle through the loins than a chill down the spine.
In Wojnarowicz’s work, as in his life, testing the limits of artistic categories and systemic and institutional power was central to his impassioned vision.
Director Charlie Kaufman’s men leech off women for validation, while women attempt to escape their parasitic grip.
Three recent French dramedies boast their own individual je ne sais quoi, less in spite than because of their wacky storylines.
Relic delves into a darkness beyond filial caregiving, approaching the mother figure as the first, and last, monster, her house a veritable womb for distinctly female trauma.
In her photographs, Katherine Simóne Reynolds suggests that vulnerability is vital to a full sense of self, but it is a luxury that Black women across age and background are perpetually denied.
For any American even mildly ignorant of the rich, complex legacy of Civil Rights within our decidedly disunited country, Dawn Porter’s John Lewis: Good Trouble should be mandatory viewing.
Across Josephine Decker’s work and in her new film about Shirley Jackson, Decker wants us to ask what right she, or anyone, has to make another’s story her own.
The Disappearance of My Mother honors the staunch conviction and introversion of Benedetta Barzini, who shunned Warhol celebrity for political solidarity, and in her later years, Spartan solitude.