Set along the U.S.-Mexico border, Stefano Sollima’s film seems ripped from the headlines, but its disregard for the plight of refugees suggests that it’s more of its time than its makers realize.
Transmitted from the roofs of churches and apartment buildings, unlicensed radio stations offer listeners spiritual sustenance, immigration information, and news from home.
“Out of the wildness, the branch of an oak plucked her from the water and she clung there, animal, as orange dawned over the marsh made alien with mud.”
Where to go and what to do in New York City, including theatre, art, movies, dance, classical music, night life, readings and talks, restaurants, and bars.
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