I am dismayed by those who are so convinced of the "truth," they adopt an anything goes policy towards the evidence. By that, I mean that they accept any sort of evidence, however flimsy and irrelevant, as supportive of their most cherished beliefs.
Based on true events, Augustine tells the tale of the titular kitchen servant who is brought to an asylum after suffering a strange seizure that leaves her paralyzed on one side. I got to sit down with director Alice Winocour to discuss this richly realized and slyly subversive debut.
Love seems to be missing from the media accounts of the fury unleashed by an anti-Islamic video. There's something frustratingly abstract and cerebral about conversations that pit American "freedom of speech" against Islamic anti-blasphemy laws.
The Jesus I know enjoys his body and is aware of the wonders of its shape and movement, likes to feel the sun on his limbs, takes pleasure in resting after a long day's journey. And he is a sexual man.
Dear Pastor Paul, When I was eight I was taught two things in the same week. The first was that accepting Jesus was the only path to heaven; and the second was that there were a billion people in China who had never heard the name Jesus.
The Discovery Institute has claimed it would get actual scientists to consider intelligent design as a viable scientific theory, by publishing peer-reviewed articles in the leading science journals. But they've failed. And now, they're losing the Catholics.
A key player in Los Angeles' Urban Art movement, Augustine Kofie has a remarkable eye for detail -- always layering, constructing and deconstructing his landscape. I asked curator Justin Giarla a few questions about Kofie's newest show.