Emile Hirsch

On a recent trip to Manhattan this past week, at around 4:30am, in a dark and dank and overly musty basement bar in the East Village, I found myself confronted with a small yet odd little moral quandary. My friend, who will go unnamed, was approached by a man that...

I became familiar with Christopher Hitchens in a rather strange way: through the face of a villain. Not a real life flesh-and-blood villain, but the face of an actor playing one -- Roger Allam's smarmily handsome mug as the corporate miscreant Royalton in the Wachowski's Speed Racer, to be exact.

There's a moment of peace for me here right at the Domodedovo Airport in Moscow, as the hypnotic hum of the air conditioner and blanket of the sound sealed windows briefly block the chaos outside. The movie I've come to work on, an alien apocalyptic thriller called The Darkest Hour,...

It was a sleepless night, and I found myself rolling around in my sheets, as restless as I'd been in a long time, experiencing that uniquely displeasing kind of anxiety that you actually feel in your heart as the pressure builds. Could I really be considering this? Hell yeah,...

The following events took place in April 2009, when I was privileged enough to be invited by Oxfam America to learn about their programs abroad. Focusing primarily on the rampant Cholera epidemic, but also on the importance of sanitation systems and crumbling economies, the diary feels especially timely now, given...