Sometimes, I worry that the Internet is leaving us culturally vacant. We take our cues from YouTube for what pop stars to revere or meme to perpetuate, and there’s little to see at the movie theater that can’t be marketed as the next great 3-D experience.
But then, on consecutive Saturday nights, I see:
Miranda July, whose new film, “The Future,” features a talking cat, magical realism, and characters who carry out her own worst-feared qualities. She began her post-screening Q&A by saying that she’d worry if we had questions right off the bat.
Fiery Furnaces, appearing as just a duo in Cambridge’s tiny Lizard Lounge, playing songs that are part theater, part poetry, with topics ranging from spouse abuse to marine law.
Faith restored? Not exactly, but reassured that those of us who step away from the screen will be rewarded.