rhythmic, raunchy, electric, a timeless ode to the blues, and the play on temporality throughout the film was so delicious to me. cracker vampires, indigenous hunters, fear as a site of recognition/misrecognition, the orality of black spirituality, the backdrop of the jim crow south, the refuge from christian dogma, and the nature of kinship, all tied together so seamlessly by the music score. mbj at his finest, incredible tints of the gothic, vampirism as code for culture vulturing, oh this…

All We Imagine as Light uncovers and breaks down the city so evocatively. The romantic nostalgia and idealism of the Bombay is dissected and broken down, and yet it is thoroughly romantic and listlessly earnest, at the precipice of a difficult reconciliation with the city. I wonder however, that this moment of uncertainty is deliberate in caving to the most flagrant romantic imitation of the city, complete rejection is out of reach and as much as the tight, sequestered and…