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It’s 1981 and David Milch is an English literature professor at Yale University. He is known for his cerebral and unorthodox approach to writing, for the profanity of his dialogue and for the precision of his plots. His teaching style is also unorthodox. In one class he is lying
A man walks into a bar, knowing he’s stepping into danger. The front door locks behind him. He’s trapped, outnumbered, but not outmatched. The air hisses with tension as he pushes through the crowd. “Chapter Thirty-Seven” is a brutal short story about the legitimacy of violence. What drives
It’s June 1958. Italian screenwriter, playwright, novelist, journalist, drama critic and occasional poet Ennio Flaiano is writing another film with director Federico Fellini. They’re chatting about how a society as troubled as theirs, which expresses its frigid will to live more by exhibiting itself than by truly enjoying
In a sterile NATO Command Centre, young Americans gather. They’re not soldiers, but a new kind of warrior. General Scott Rutledge stands before them, his chest heaving with medals and his heart heavy with disappointment. He speaks of a new war for democracy where the battlefield is the mind
As night recedes and morning approaches, the ghost trees drift forward. Draped in mist and fog, branches reaching out towards the edge of the endless road. Pale shapes looming in the haze as cold wind slips around the trunks and ripples through the leaves. Evergreen phantoms coming to life as