PBRs, farmers markets, man buns, fixed gear bicycles—all marks of the hipster, a genus whose extinction has heralded cultural monotony, social deterioration, and, above all, tastelessness. Growing up in a city in the 2000s/early 2010s, my exposure to the hipster was frequent, but it is only with the benefit of hindsight that I have come to appreciate the hipster as a final attempt to emulate the...
Photo CredIt: LIonsgate Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis is a moviegoing experience in a category of its own. My 9:00 pm IMAX screening on the Saturday of opening weekend was attended by maybe a dozen others, half of whom would walk out before the movie was over. I can hardly blame them; the movie is bizarre and features plotlines that are introduced and never again addressed, nonsense...
I recently stumbled across a 2003 interview given to a German public television station by the late author of Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace. Though the entire interview is worth a watch, I found Wallace to be particularly insightful, as he lamented the inability of even the most intelligent of his friends to sit in silence and read a book. Even among my highly intelligent peers, it is...