Damn it, Lumière. Every single time we have guests over you sing that song. EVERY SINGLE TIME. It was cute back when you were a talking candelabra, and it made me feel special and welcome and all that. But those were different circumstances. It was, what, fifteen years ago? When did the wardrobe go to […]
About Matthew Disler
Matthew Disler, like some species of weakling migratory birds or evolutionarily flawed butterflies, has lived in New York; Richmond, Virginia; Boston; and New York again. His food allergies are the bane of all Vietnamese restaurants, and his work has appeared in McSweeney's and CAFE, among other sites.
Entries by Matthew Disler
We learned many new words when we arrived on your Earth. Cars. Chickens. Bowling. High-fructose corn syrup. Movies. The Academy Award Nominations for Best Visual Effects. We have some thoughts. And many questions. Why was Arrival not nominated? Why was Kubo and the Two Strings? Is that not animated? We learned the meaning of “animated,” and we think […]