Arya’s “Not Today,” implies fighting and strength. It is a call not only in direct defiance to the gods of death, but to the gods of chaos and crisis. There is nothing passive about it.
Movies
Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs. Weasley!
As far as the Literary Mother of the Year awards go, Mrs. Weasley became a contender from the moment she helped Harry Potter get onto Platform 9 ¾ in the first book.
In J.J. Abrams We Trust
This article original appeared on The Huffington Post in January. I’m reposting it here, back on the original blog. Become a fan and follow me over on HuffPost! http://www.huffingtonpost.com/adina-ciment/ So it’s been a week since Star Wars: The Force Awakens blew up… Read More ›
Going Back to a Galaxy Far, Far Away
I was six years old when I went to see Star Wars with my father and my older siblings. My mother didn’t join us. I think she was taking care of my younger sister who had been born that year… Read More ›
Independence Day!
Why do cable stations constantly show this film again, and again? And why can’t we stop watching?
Shot on the Turnpike
Here’s what happens when you get shot on Florida’s Turnpike. I was driving along, happily cruising at 70 MPH or so, listening to the radio. I was in the passing lane, trying to get past a trucker who was not… Read More ›
The Cancer Movie
In the movie in my mind, I am the valiant card-carrying cancer warrior, a runner of marathons and wearer of pink. I carry a shield emblazoned with “I SURVIVED!” in huge letters as I cartwheel into oncology offices and sprinkle… Read More ›
O Captain! My Captain!
Robin Williams turned me into a teacher. Turned me onto poetry. Made me want to believe in the power of words and music. Granted, he didn’t write the screenplay for Dead Poets Society, but I doubt it could have been told… Read More ›
The Harry Potter Post
Seven years ago today, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was released to millions of waiting fans. I was one of them. A few years later, when the last Harry Potter film was released, I wrote a retrospective on what… Read More ›
The Tragedy of Netflix
I’ve become obsessed. Sherlocked. I’m a Cumberbitch. A Sherlockian. A Holmie. A Baker Street Irregular. Whatever you want to call it, I’ve got it. And I’ve got it bad. A few weeks ago, a friend of mine bought me Season… Read More ›