I fired the behavioral therapist. Here was the craziest moment in this chapter--the moment that made me think of Amanda Seyfried in the upcoming psychological thriller, "The Housemaid." After the "termination text," I had visions of this therapist arriving at my front door, wielding an axe. Job termination is like a breakup, at least for me. In the ensuing minutes, I felt giddy. I had taken action! I never had to see this person again. But then regret set in. Had she really been that bad? She was--she is!--a human being. It was I--I!--who seemed to be monstrous. This made me recall that great scene in Disney's "Tangled" when Rapunzel detaches from Gothel; one minute, Rapunzel is euphoric, and the next, she is despondent. And so on. (For the next five to seven years, all of my allusions will include a moment or two from Rapunzel's story in "Tangled.") Now, I'm in my Cardi B phase. Said, lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wan...
Sometimes, an idea is so shrewd, the movie seems to write itself. In "Rebuilding," Josh O'Connor lives somewhere west of the Rockies. A wildfire destroys his ranch; he relocates to a trailer on FEMA-owned land. This, then, is a migration story; it brings Tony Kushner to mind. She was.. ...not a person but a whole kind of person, the ones who crossed the ocean, who brought with us to America the villages of Russia and Lithuania - and how we struggled, and how we fought, for the family, for the Jewish home, so that you would not grow up here , in this strange place, in the melting pot where nothing melted. Descendants of this immigrant woman, you do not grow up in America, you and your children and their children with the goyische names. You do not live in America. No such place exists. Your clay is the clay of some Litvak shtetl, your air the air of the steppes - because she carried the old world on her back across the ocean, in a boat, and she put it down on Grand Conc...