Bethany Yoder
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Fascinated with the art and science of story-telling, particularly through the lens of film and the magic of subtext.
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Shot of the Movie: The Poseidon Adventure (1972) and Poseidon (2006)
This article is one of a series - Shot of the Movie - and may contain spoilers. Today, I'm going to be presenting a double feature on The Poseidon Adventure (1972), and it's reimagining, Poseidon (2006). Before we jump in, I want to give a quick shout-out to whoever was responsible for this:
By Bethany Yoder5 days ago in Geeks
Greenbacks to Go
I was in the mood for pie, when I realized I had no dough to buy or make it. Nevertheless, I made my way to Midge's, a little joint just under the L off 86th street. It was starting to turn into a rainy day, and the breakfast crowd had all but cleared out. A booth at the end had an ambiance that meshed with mine. It called out to me for a seat, and I took it up on its offer, a purposeful change from the lonely counters I was used to.
By Bethany Yoder9 days ago in Fiction
Shot of the Movie: Laura (1944)
This article is one of a series - Shot of the Movie - and may contain spoilers. In the early runtime of Laura (1944), you may be pulled in more by the dialogue than the visuals. I certainly was. Rich in subtext, with great banter between a no-nonsense detective and his elitist foil, this film's dialogue is sleek and has a rhythm that moves the film into its more interesting set pieces.
By Bethany Yoder13 days ago in Geeks
Shot of the Movie (Series)
Is it possible to capture everything that's good about a movie in a single shot? Here's how I see it. I argue some shots are so good, they can stay with you longer than the movie, itself. They're powerful, plot-altering, and impressive, not always in their scale, but sometimes in their subtlety. And they change us, not only by giving us something to talk about well after the credits roll but also for their implications for what they have to offer for film and movies, themselves.
By Bethany Yoder18 days ago in Geeks
Brushed Silver and the Fountain of Youth
The hands of the desperate student in Square 3 launched the cruelest possible play. They cherry-bombed me across the playground. It was an unusually hot spring day, and the sun obliterated my line of sight as I attempted to follow the ball. Nevertheless, I took off. By ten seconds, my sneakers collected a few extra strides off the well-worn asphalt. I had reached the red ball, grabbing it just before it rolled down the slopes of the storm drain. With 5 seconds to get back, I knew I wouldn't make it. It seemed like Square 3's Hail Mary had been intentional. I could be intentional, too. I never turned back, vindictively making the gym across the playground my new port-of-call. The screams of inconvenienced players gave wind to my sails.
By Bethany Yoder19 days ago in Fiction
Constant Motion
It’s Sunday night, and I hear them again, racing down the freeway. I’m racing too. My thoughts are always racing. The freeway by my home encircles the city. The motorcycles race around this track. My thoughts race around in circles too. The bikers must be on an adventure. Afterall, they get to speed while I need to sleep. Their destination is doubtlessly exotic; mine is consistently work. I wonder which exit they will take. I wish my thoughts would find one too.
By Bethany Yoder12 months ago in Fiction