Author Faith Everard

It’s strange to witness a film so visually bewitching and yet so narratively disorganised. Fūng gip (The Secret, Ann Hui, 1979) is such a film: completely beautiful, dark, and unsettling, yet at times incoheren...

“His life was gentle, and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, “This was a man.”” -   Anthony, in William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. For Vittorio and Paolo T...

The first feminist gesture is to say: “OK, they’re looking at me. But I’m looking at them.” The act of deciding to look, of deciding that the world is not defined by how people see me, but how I see them. ― ...

The rhythmic cogs of the machinery click and shuffle, a steady beat emerges with each press of the tin, each bubble of the milk. A behemoth of industrial power, the milk-cannery seems to twitch and stir as thou...

Seven jellyfishes, eight jellybabies, Wanna drown in the water and stay dead for ages. Nine jellyfishes, ten jellyfishes, Give me a boyfriend who isn’t amphibious! - Golden and Silver , The Lure This Polish m...

“I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide” - Emily Brontë, Stanzas When the word “tomboy” first came into usage in the mid-16th century, it described a boisterous...

“This was my first film. I knew these people who all had red hair and were part of the family. They were also alike in character, extreme and stubborn. Their drive in the country begins an intrigue of awesome...