writer + filmmaker
Pakistaniamerican (documentary ‘24)

1949
There is a moment in Red Canyon—maybe it’s when the stallion Black Velvet rears up against the burning sky, or when Lucy Bostel turns her face to the wind like she’s inhaling the scent of a forgotten god—when I felt the cracked earth of America tremble beneath its lacquered Hollywood sheen. That’s the thing with these old westerns: you think you’re going in for a bit of nostalgia, a bit of dust and saddle soap and good clean adventure. But…