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Moana: Same Ocean, Smaller Waves The live‑action Moana recreates the animated film so literally that nearly all of its mythic charm and visual invention evaporate. Despite strong casting for Moana herself, the remake’s tonal misfires—especially around Maui—and its loss of animated expressiveness make it feel unnecessary, flattening a once vibrant story into a cautious, overly literal retread....

FORBIDDEN FRUITS: A MALL COVEN WITH MORE ATTITUDE THAN PURPOSE Forbidden Fruits delivers attitude, mall‑witch theatrics, and a few vicious shocks, but its aesthetic confidence outweighs its narrative ambition. Strong performances keep the film afloat even as its satire thins and its horror arrives without the groundwork it needs....

Ferry I wrote Ferry after watching a river crossing where sound and weight seemed to trade places. The poem explores how movement and release—mechanical, not emotional—can become a form of grace....

A Loss I wrote A Loss after burning a photograph that refused to fade on its own. The poem examines how ritual and chemical reaction replace sentiment, turning memory into residue and pressure.

Young Washington: A Stern, Handsome Monument to Ambition Young Washington delivers a stern, carefully controlled portrait of George Washington’s formative years, emphasizing ambition over personality. Its rigidity limits emotional depth, but its disciplined tone and clear staging make it a respectable, mildly compelling biographical drama....

Minions and Monsters: BANANA MONSTRO FANTASTICO: MINNIONS GO BOOM‑BOOM HOLLYWOODO! Minions & Monsters” delivers a chaotic, clever, and joyfully absurd new chapter in the Minions saga, with Pierre Coffin pushing the franchise into its most inventive territory yet. The film blends monster mayhem, Hollywood parody, and Minion gibber‑comedy into a surprisingly sharp and consistently hilarious experience....

The Choral: England Sings on the Edge of Rui

Enola Holmes 3: A Wedding, A Kidnapping, and a Woman Determined Not to Vanish

Love Is I wrote Love Is after my cancer surgery, when my wife sat beside me and held my hand as I woke. The poem is about how love survives the body’s breaking — not through comfort, but through the persistence of touch after pain.

Peace Wheel I wrote Peace Wheel after watching monks construct a sand mandala outdoors, where the wind kept undoing their precision. The poem explores the friction between breath and wind—human control against the inevitability of dispersal....

Little Brother and the Trouble With Good Intentions

VOICEMAILS FOR ISABELLE RINGS WITH GRIEF, MISCHIEF, AND A WOBBLY KIND OF HOPE

GOOD LUCK, HAVE FUN, DON’T DIE MAKES CHAOS FEEL HAND‑CRAFTED

Supergirl: SUPERGIRL STUMBLES, SOARS, AND SPILLS HER DRINK — A COSMIC HANGOVER WITH HEART

Chattanooga Film Festival: The King of Black Goo Reigns Over Ruin

Chattanooga Film Festival 2026: Survival Reduced to Its Bare Mechanics in Bunny Rabbit

Chattanooga Film Fest 2026: The Thing in the Fog Finds Its Shape in the Drift