By becoming a woman for the camera, the artist exposed his soul to himself like nothing else on earth could do.

For all the images that have been broadcast from mass shootings, it is unusual to actually see the carnage up close.

Dexter Fletcher’s film dutifully works its way through events of Elton John’s life, but blandly flattens the drama of his creative artistry.

Were I to buy all the market spinach and peas I could eat, moths would fly out of my purse as in the cartoons and comics of my youth.

The films exhibit a tragic logic that dovetails with the real-life revelations of #MeToo, but neither is constructed with anything resembling the courageousness that women in the movement have displayed.