Are you OK?

On Kinds of Kindness, violence, and why I am actually a bird.

As the final credits for Kinds of Kindness started rolling I turned to Daniel and asked, without quite realizing why, if he was ok. He said he was, but looked as shaken as I felt, and it seemed to take real effort for us to stand and leave the theater.

You’re in Madrid, I reminded myself. It’s 2024, July, and there’s a heat wave, and now it’s dark out a…