CityBeat - The Alternative http://www.citybeat.com/cincinnati/articles.sec-159-1-the_alternative.html <![CDATA[Same-Sex Love in Graphic (Yet Quite Ordinary) Frames - ]]>

The crazy cool thing about the X-Men was always the many splendored nature of those loves and lovers. Mutants of various abilities and appearances could, at any given moment, fall for one another, regular old human beings from other worlds, god-like personages, what have you, and readers never seemed to care or make a fuss.

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<![CDATA[Women's Work Never Ends - ]]>

 Think about Hilary Clinton and the string of women married to philandering politicians out there, especially the ones hitting the comeback trail. Some of these women might be standing by their men, but the smart ones aren’t saying all that much about it because they’re too busy getting busy with the next phase of their own lives.

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<![CDATA[The Eye Test - ]]>

I’ve become a believer in the eye test. It goes all the way back to Thomas, the ever-doubtful disciple, who just couldn’t bring himself to believe the testimony of his brothers in faith following the Crucifixion.  

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<![CDATA[The Classic Is Dead, Long Live Gatsby - ]]>

He is American, old-school American, cut from the cloth of the robber barons and cutthroat captains of industry, the gamblers and the sometimes killers who did more than beg, borrow and steal to get ahead and who weren’t losing any sleep over their actions — nobody’s sleepless in the great American past.


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<![CDATA[Defining and Re-Defining Allegiance - ]]> We need a bit more mindfulness and maybe a little less blind, thoughtless passion. Let’s make some hard decisions about who we are and acknowledge the “strange” diversity of our bedfellows.
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<![CDATA[The Accidental Framing of the Indie Cleveland Experience - ]]>

 Positively Cleveland offered me the chance to experience the Indie Cleveland vibe (based around the opening weekend of the 37th annual Cleveland International Film Festival), so I signed on for the press tour, but I was skeptical. Would it cramp my style, force me into a box of pre-packaged highlights with little of my own vaunted trial and error? 

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<![CDATA[Watch Write Now: Birth of a Critic - ]]>

What’s your favorite film? It’s the first question people ask as soon as they find out what I do for a living. There’s a bit of awe in the question, mixed with a challenge. 

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<![CDATA[Going Home: Urban Movie Houses - ]]>

Cincinnati is home to my body and my head. After almost 13 years, I’m grounded here thanks to a strong network of friends and family. But, my heart, well, let’s just say it’s holding out. Home, for my heart, is all about those extra-special intangibles, which in part come down to movie memories.

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<![CDATA[Take a Ride with Me - ]]>

During my off-hours, I ventured out to museums, theaters of all types, clubs, bars and the homes of friends and co-workers who hosted parties and events. I never worried about being able to get anywhere.


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<![CDATA[On the Bus - ]]>

I have lived in Cincinnati for close to 13 years and I’ve never been on a Metro bus. For the last few months I’ve been thinking about this fact, and it bothers me because I’m not sure where the problem lies. Is it Cincinnati or me?

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<![CDATA[Social Media as Cocktail Party Chit Chat - ]]>

My main issue with the idea of social media has always been that I’ve never felt that my experiences or the running commentary in my head should define any given moment in pop cultural history. I hear what I’m thinking 24-7.

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<![CDATA[(Lack of) Appreciation for the Complexities - ]]> I swear there are days when it would be best to turn off the television, stay away from computers, the Internet and smartphones, maybe just remain in bed with the covers firmly clasped over my head to silence the ignorant noise spewing out of the mouths (and from the furiously tweeting thumbs) of politicians, commentators and lobbyists.  ]]> <![CDATA[A Proper Sendoff for a Good Friend - ]]>

I met Father Bollman in 2001, immediately after the April riots, at a community forum. He was among a small group of concerned citizens who, during those troubled times, came to talk, to share grief and anger, to take the first tentative steps toward building a united city-wide coalition to address the escalating problems between the black community and the Cincinnati police.

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<![CDATA[Sadly, It Will Never End - ]]>

While contemplating the latest call for the end of time, I realized that if, indeed, this truly is the end, then I might be a bit more prepared to just sit back and say that it has been one helluva ride.

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<![CDATA[Minority Report 2012 - ]]>

As a judge for this year’s Black Reel Awards, I am screening the shorts and features up for consideration, and at the conclusion of each new film I catch myself swelling with real pride because, through these independently produced films, I feel like the reflection I’ve been seeking sharpens as the frames settle into place.

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<![CDATA[The Human Church and The State - ]]>

Even those who don’t believe in the Bible as a source and guide from a higher power would be willing to concede that the stories of Christ’s social mission speak to a degree of efficiency and discipline that could be a model, especially in today’s world.

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<![CDATA[Touched My Soul - ]]>

With all the movements to instill a local and/or regional focus on our consumer urges counter-balanced by the narrowing of our reach, thanks to technology, what is the difference between local and global? What would 19th century hipsters think of the accessibility present in today’s world?

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<![CDATA[Myself - ]]> Cos was, and still remains, your crazy uncle at the family reunion who seemingly was always around whenever something happened and was able to recall the situation in order to put someone — maybe you — in their place. I’m nearing my mid-forties now, and I’m starting to recognize myself in that role.

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<![CDATA[The Price of Independence - ]]>

This is not just my response to the first presidential debate, which truth be told wasn’t a debate at all since one of the guys behind the podium was decidedly not in the mood to debate or discuss much of anything that voters might have been concerned about.

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<![CDATA[Critical Rage: Where Do We Go Now? - ]]>

My drive back from the Toronto International Film Festival cracked open the protective cinema dome, and it did so with a vengeance. NPR rudely awakened me to the news of the attacks on the Libyan embassy that resulted in the death of U.S. Ambassador J. Christopher Stevens.

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