Nothing makes you feel more “wrong” as a critic than discovering that you swim against the current in regards to a work generally regarded as a masterpiece. It’s not that I didn’t like Park Chan-Wook’s...

It’s 7 a.m. on a Sunday. The glare of my laptop screen momentarily blinds me before I log onto the F1-TV website and click to watch the livestream for the Singapore race. Having watched the qualifying...

Let me tell you about a TV show I just watched. A woman — Joan — feels she has no talents. She is a mother and school administrator but feels like she has nothing to show to the world. But then, encouraged...

Bread. The food of revolutions. Men formed civilization for it and women stormed the Bastille for it. Bread, or the lack thereof, brought down the tsars, the Bourbons and the hunter-gatherer society. It...

On Thursday, Oct. 26 at exactly 11 p.m., dozens of Swifties piled into the KRLX Record Libe to commemorate Taylor Swift's newest release, “1989 (Taylor’s Version).” For over an hour, I, with my fellow...

I feel like body horror is easily grasped from an audience reaction standpoint. Perhaps this is rich coming from someone who has actively distanced himself from horror as much as he can; it’s easier...

As a member of the editing staff of the Carletonian, I am deeply unsettled by our one-sided coverage of the Israel-Palestine conflict. Since the last editors’ meeting (Oct. 25), I have fallen asleep...

“Sheikh Jarrah feels like a military zone. Enter any house in Sheikh Jarrah and you will find a sad story” – Muhammed Al-Qurd, 12 years old at the time. In order to grasp this sentence’s density,...

I have delayed starting this letter many times, in the (perhaps selfish) hope that someone else, better-qualified than I to speak on this topic, would come forward. I only write this now knowing that I...