With The Future, Miranda July Is a Magician of Heartbreak

Is there such a thing as sincerely calculated naiveté? Or put another way, does Miranda July have any idea how annoying she is? Judging by The Future, writer/filmmaker/performance artist July’s second feature, I’d guess she must. A fabricator of her own screen image, July — the high priestess of quirk –…

OMG, a Michael’s Genuine Dinner and a Movie at O Cinema

​You’d be lying if you said you never enjoyed eating a can of something like SpaghettiO’sin front of the TV watching a movie, maybe like Maid in Manhattan. Just leaned back on the couch, wearing nothing but undies and a Churchill’s tank top, and thought: now this, this is the…