Morgana
New documentary Morgana is the story of a 50-year-old housewife who reinvents herself as a feminist porn star not long after contemplating suicide. Directed and produced by an all-woman crew, Morgana is currently seeking crowdfunding on Kickstarter. “In a time where there is still a lack of 50+ female protagonists with a visible sexuality, Morgana offers a new perspective on the importance of sexual freedom for people of all ages,” shares the filmmaking team. The doc has the support of popular performers like Jiz Lee. — Alison Nastasi, Weekend Editor
The Man in the Moon on Blu-ray
This 1991 coming-of-age drama is one that’s been on my to-watch list basically since its release, so I’m glad Twilight Time’s recent-ish Blu-ray release gave me an excuse to finally get in front of it. The director is Robert Mulligan, best remembered for To Kill A Mockingbird, and it shares a decidedly Scout-like protagonist – played by then-newcomer Reese Witherspoon (complete with “Introducing” credit). She plays an outdoorsy, tomboy kid who has a romantic awakening courtesy of a new neighbor boy, and though it’s a period piece, the film’s portrayal of puppy love and heartbreak transcends any specific era. This is a movie that knows what it’s like to long for someone, with every fiber of your being, and how shattering it is when they don’t feel the same. The picture’s late turn to tragedy is manipulative, but effective; this is an old-fashioned movie, and that’s not intended as a slight. — Jason Bailey, Film Editor
Lana Del Rey’s “Cherry”
Beyond its title track, Lust for Life‘s standout for me thus far has been “Cherry” — a song whose muddled food references somehow combine two of Simon and Garfunkel’s four favorite herbs, the titular stemmed juicy classic, and ruined peaches into a sensually doom-y masterpieces whose excellence is framed by a series of perfectly delivered “bitch”es. It’s not just the food that’s gone bad: her “black beaches,” her rose gardens, and her “celluloid scenes” have also been ruined. Lana Del Rey continues delivering pu pu platters of overripe Americana. But the fact that here, and on much of Lust, the album serves them as rotting (or pulverized, or what have you — she’s unclear about what exactly ruined the peaches) makes the dish pair quite well with, well, everything (see above). Plus, the punctuating “bitch”es are pretty miraculous. — Moze Halperin, Senior Editor