The Mandalorian Trade-Off

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to be less of a movie snob and watch a few TV series with My Loving Wife. With December 2022 Drink & a Movie selection Elf director Jon Favreau’s latest Star Wars: The Mandalorian and Grogu opening on May 22, The Mandalorian seemed like a good place to start. Three episodes in, something struck me as strangely familiar.

I served on the University Senate at the University of Maryland from 2016-2019 and the Faculty Senate at Cornell from 2022-2025, where I listened to many debates about endowment spending. They invariably began with one of my colleagues suggesting that doing more of it seemed like an obvious solution to a funding problem that troubled them, continued with someone else (usually an administrator) patiently explaining that this wasn’t as easy as it sounded and would be foolhardy in any case, and ended in stalemate because neither side ever came close to convincing the other.

We meet the Mandalorian “covert” just 18 minutes into season one. Bounty hunter Din Djarin aka “Mando” (Pedro Pascal) looks around to ensure the coast is clear, ducks into a doorway, and descends a staircase:

Medium shot of Djin Djarin looking around
Medium shot of a silhouetted Mandalorian pulling aside a curtain to enter a doorway
Medium long shot of the Mandalorian's legs and torso as he descends a staircase

He makes his way past other helmeted figures to the Armorer (Emily Swallow):

Long shot of the Mandalorian walking down a hallway flanked by other Mandalorians
Long shot of the Armorer at a forge

And places an ingot of Beskar steel from their ancestral homeworld that he received as pre-payment for a new commission before her:

Medium long shot of Din Djaron placing an ingot of Beskar in front of the Armorer, who sits facing him with her back to the camera in the right foreground
Close up of the Armorer picking up the Beskar

“This is extremely generous,” she says as she melts it down. “The excess will sponsor many foundlings.”

Close-up of the Armorer handling the ingot with tongs
Close-up of the ingot starting to melt
Low-angle long shot of the Armorer looking at a hologram of a pauldron

“That’s good,” he replies. “I was once a foundling.” As the Armorer hammers the steel into a pauldron, violent scenes from Mando’s childhood flash before his eyes:

Close-up of the Mandolorian's helmeted face superimposed over both flames from a violent episode in his youth and the Armorer hammering

Two episodes later his captured quarry Grogu becomes fascinated by the metal knob atop a lever in his starship, which for some reason easily screws off:

Medium close-up of Grogu grasping the knob on a lever in Din Djarin's spaceship in front of the latter, who does not notice

Mando is well compensated for delivering him to The Client played by Werner Herzog, another “Drink & a Movie” alum:

Medium shot of The Client opening a container
Close-up of the container revealing that it is full of Beskar

A crowd forms when he delivers the bounty to the Armorer, who informs him that it’s enough for a full cuirass:

Medium close-up of Din Djarin sitting before the Armorer, who is out of focus in the foreground with her back to the camera, as a crowd of Mandalorians forms behind him

But not everyone is impressed. Paz Vizsla aka “Heavy Infantry” picks up an ingot and studies it contemptuously:

Medium close-up of Heavy Infantry contemplating a Beskar ingot

Then initiates the following exchange with the Armorer:

HEAVY INFANTRY: These were cast in an Imperial smelter. These are the spoils of the Great Purge. The reason that we lie hidden like sand rats.

THE ARMORER: Our secrecy is our survival. Our survival is our strength.

HEAVY INFANTRY: Our strength was once in our numbers. Now we live in the shadows and only come above ground one at a time.

Mando asks the Armorer to reserve some excess Beskar for the foundlings, to which she replies, “the foundlings are our future.”

Medium close-up of the Armorer

A few minutes of screentime later, Mando is getting ready to set off on a new adventure, when a rack focus suddenly alerts us to the fact that he never reinstalled the knob Grogu liked to play with:

Medium close-up of Mando reaching toward something out of focus in the foreground
Continuation of the previous image: a rack focus has revealed that the object he was reaching for is the lever which is still missing its knob

He undergoes a change of heart and embarks on a rescue mission which goes well until it doesn’t. Just when all hope seems lost, Din Djarin’s fellow Mandalorians descend from the sky to save him and his new ward:

Close-up of Din Djarin looking skyward
Low-angle long shot of flying Mandalorians coming to the rescue

“You’re going to have to relocate the covert,” Mando says to Heavy Infantry, who answers with the words of their creed: “this is the Way.”

Close-up of the Mandalorian addressing Heavy Infantry, who is offscreen
Reverse shot of Heavy Infantry replying to Mando, who is out of focus in the foreground

In his seminal Journal of Legal Studies article on the topic, Henry Hansmann argued that while university endowments “are now so familiar that their purpose is seldom questioned,” upon close examination “it is not obvious why they are accumulated.” On the one hand, as Hansmann notes, it’s quite simple: “the accumulation of endowment is, in effect, a form of saving, presumably for expenditure in the future.” But because “each dollar added to endowment represents a dollar less for current research or for educational services to current students or a dollar more in tuition that must be charged current students in order to provide them with the same level of services,” it only makes sense to refrain from spending this money if the amount saved will “be used to provide more research, more education, or lower tuition in the future.”

Universities concede by their actions that they can dip into their endowment each year: per Hansmann c. 1990, his home institution Yale was typical in adopting a policy whereby expenditures should not exceed the long-run real rate of return of its endowment investments to ensure that the real value of the endowment does not decrease. The only question, then, is how much is appropriate? Hansmann devotes 25 pages considering eleven common justifications for rules favoring endowment accumulation in turn before concluding that while ideas such as that they “serve as a financial buffer against periods of financial adversity,” and/or “assist in passing on values prized by the present generation” are compelling, there’s little evidence either that they actually explain university behavior or “that the sizes of existing endowments, and the ways in which they are managed, are well chosen to serve these goals.”

The parallels between this and the case of the covert run surprisingly deep. Former foundling Din Djarin operating out in the open while everyone else remains literally underground represents a form of “spending to the real rate of return,” and a population that slowly and steadily increases is like an investment portfolio rich in growth stocks. More to the point, like Peter Conti-Brown during the Great Recession, Benjamin Bernard during the COVID-19 global pandemic, and Allison Tait last year shortly after the Trump administration began its attacks on higher education, the Armorer and her fellow Mandalorians decided that the “moral trade-off” (as Bernard put it) of inactivity during a time of crisis wasn’t worth it.

As a staunch believer in the old adage “there’s no such thing as a free lunch,” I confess that during my time as a senator the administrator argument that, as Karen W. Arenson quoted Princeton president Shirley M. Tilghman as writing to her Senate Finance Committee, “the endowment does not function as a ‘piggy bank’ or ‘rainy day fund’ waiting to be used or allocated” rang true to me. And indeed this pile of armor initially suggests that the Mandalorians made a mistake by revealing themselves:

Close-up of a pile of discarded Mandalorian armor

But season three dawns on Paz Vizsla’s son Ragnar Vizsla being initiated into the relocated covert, proving that their gamble did in fact pay off:

Long shot of the Armorer holding a helmet above an initiate as they both stand in water and a crowd of Mandalorians looks on from just outside the entrance to a cave

One consequence of using popular culture texts to explain concepts like endowment spending is that they’re often persuasive in ways you didn’t anticipate. That isn’t quite what happened here for me, but I do find myself pretty well convinced by Conti-Brown’s “cultural theory of endowment accumulation,” and The Mandalorian is a good illustration of one of its central points: the danger of confusing the means for the end. As Conti-Brown notes, an endowment “can be a point of reference and pride akin to a winning football team, the prominence of a faculty member, or the ranking of the university” because its absolute size “provides a clear criterion for objective ranking.” The problem arises when protecting it at all costs entails withholding benefits from the students of today in the name of the students of tomorrow–after all, that’s who they were when the bargain was struck!

Bernard observes that “the choices universities make now will also affect the future composition of the professoriate,” and it isn’t a coincidence that when the ceremony above is interrupted by a Dinosaur Turtle attack:

Long shot of the Armorer whisking Ragnar Vizsla away from the approaching Dinosaur Turtle
Medium long shot of the Dinosaur Turtle knocking Ragnar Vizsla to the ground

It’s Din Djarin and Grogu who arrive in the nick of time to play hero:

Medium shot of Mando in his ship in front of the dead Dinosaur Turtle and a crowd of Mandalorians
Medium shot of Mando from the other side, this time with Grogu visible behind him

To put it in terms they would appreciate, this is the Way.

Ithaca Film Journal: 5/14/26

In Theaters: There are a lot of intriguing new titles popping up on local marquees today and tomorrow, but I’ve got a lot going on this week and thus only have time to see two. I think I’m going with the one the internet has been buzzing about, The Blue Heron, and Obsession largely on the strength of its teaser trailer. They’re both opening at Cinemapolis, and the latter is at the Regal Ithaca Mall as well. I also have varying degrees of interest in The Wizard of the Kremlin (Regal), Steal This Story, Please! (Cinemapolis), Is God Is (Regal), and In the Grey (Regal), but they’ll all have to wait. Hokum, which continues its runs at both Cinemapolis and the Regal, remains my favorite holdover.

It’s mostly all quiet on the special events front, but there is a free “Family Classics Picture Show” presentation of the Aardman Animations classic Chicken Run at Cinemapolis on Sunday. Other noteworthy repertory fare includes a staff picks screening of the good (Cronenberg) Crash at Cinemapolis on Tuesday and an eclectic mix of musicals and sci fi movies at the Regal highlighted by Close Encounters of the Third Kind on Sunday, An American in Paris on Monday, Singin’ in the Rain on Tuesday, and Annihilation on Wednesday.

Home Video Recommendation: Jordan Ruimy reports that 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple has not been doing well on Netflix and speculates that as a result the trilogy will never be completed, which is a real shame because the first 28 Years Later made my Movie Year 2025 top ten (percent) list and this one is my second-favorite film of 2026 so far, trailing only Alpha. Matt Patches recently published an article on Polygon called “It stinks that we may never see the end of the decade’s best trilogy” that ends with a series of suggestions to save it. Serious question: what about an Oscar campaign for Ralph Fiennes? After all, as I said on Letterboxd in January after revisiting part one:

Nominating and then finally awarding Ralph Fiennes an Oscar for his supporting turn as an orange-skinned anti-Trump in this film would have been not only delightfully ironic (considering how many oh so serious roles he was passed over for) and richly deserved, but also a perfectly timed middle finger to You-Know-Who and his thugs. Missed opportunity! Let’s not do it again next year, eh?

Previous “Ithaca Film Journal” posts can be found here. A running list of all of my “Home Video” recommendations can be found here.

Juxtaposition #17

From The Cloud-Capped Star:

Close-up of Taran facing screen right, his face half-covered in deep shadows
Extreme close-up of Nita, facing screen left, lit the same way as her father

TARAN: They’re dreaming of two stories now. You were successful! You set them all on their feet.

NEETA: Father!

TARAN: Why stay any longer? Now they just pity you. You weren’t up to carrying the burden, yet you were forced to. Now you yourself have become the burden.

From Watership Down by Richard Adams:

“‘But surely you must have heard of Captain Loosestrife? He was an officer of the Owsla in the fighting.’

“‘What fighting?’ asked another buck.

“‘The fighting against King Darzin,’ replied Rabscuttle.

“‘Here, do me a favor, old fellow, will you?’ said the buck. ‘That fighting–I wasn’t born when it finished.’

“‘But surely you know the Owsla captains who were?’ said Rabscuttle.

“‘I wouldn’t be seen dead with them,’ said the buck. ‘What, that white-whiskered old bunch? What do we want to know about them?’

“‘What they did,’ said Rabscuttle.

“‘That war lark, old fellow?’ said the first buck. ‘That’s all finished now. That’s got nothing to do with us.’

“If this Loosestrife fought King What’s-His-Name, that’s his business,’ said one of the does. ‘It’s not our business, is it?’

“It was all a very wicked thing,’ said another doe. ‘Shameful, really. If nobody fought in wars, there wouldn’t be any, would there? But you can’t get old rabbits to see that.’

“‘My father was in it,’ said the second buck. ‘He gets on about it sometimes. I always go out quick. “They did this and then we did that” and all that caper. Makes you curl up, honest. Poor old geezer, you’d think he’d want to forget about it. I reckon he makes half of it up. And where did it get him, tell me that?”

Previous “Juxtaposition” posts can be found here.

Ithaca Film Journal: 5/7/26

In Theaters: It’s a pretty quiet week, which is just fine because the Knicks are rolling through the playoffs and in the immortal, puzzlingly non-Oscar winning words of Diane Warren, “I don’t want to miss a thing!” While I’m definitely going to make time to see Erupcja and staff pick In the Cut at Cinemapolis, Deep Water and The Sheep Detectives (both of which are at the Regal Ithaca Mall) can wait for a future Friday and Family Movie night respectively.

The Devil Wears Prada 2, which continues its run at both of those venues, is worth seeing at Cinemapolis or the Regal just to enjoy the line of dialogue referencing a fictitious summa cum laude from Cornell and a shoutout to famous real-life alum Ruth Bader Ginsburg with your fellow locals, but my favorite holdover is the Irish haunted house movie Hokum, which is at the same two theaters. Special events include the HUMP! Film Festival at Cinemapolis tonight and a free student film screening at Cornell’s Schwartz Center for Performing Arts tonight and tomorrow, and repertory highlights include screenings of Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick at the Regal starting on Wednesday in honor of the former’s 40th anniversary.

Home Video Recommendation: I’m a firm believer in the idea that even a 10-minute short can be way too long and an epic with an intermission can feel all too brief–it’s all in how well they’re made! That said, once you get over the 240 minute mark, a movie is an undertaking no matter how you slice it. If you aren’t yourself a sports fan, the relative lack of compelling alternatives might make this the perfect time to tackle Wang Bing’s nine-hour-long magnum opus West of the Tracks. Here’s what I said about it on Letterboxd about a month ago:

The first two hours could stand alone as an almost conventional documentary about the shuttering of plants in a factory town, but that isn’t director Wang Bing’s project. He is, instead, using a 21st-century technology, his DV camera, to chronicle the death throes of the Industrial Age. And so it continues, and even more so than in his Youth trilogy, each subsequent part is essential for making meaning of the whole.

West‘s subject is the ripple effects of monumental events, their impact on regular people, not the events themselves. But they haunt each minute of the movie like hungry ghosts, and the unavoidable question their presence raises is What if? What if someone like Wang had been there every step of the 20th century filming hundreds, thousands, millions of hours of footage, becoming better than invisible–a confidant. Would the workers of Shenyang still have lead in their blood? What other atrocities might have been avoided?

Each movie which emerges from Gaza or Ukraine confirms that the answer is probably “not many,” but at least we’ll never again be able to offer “but we didn’t know!” as an excuse. And now we have the image of workers attacking the stalagmites of ice which rose up from the floor during the winter months their employer shut its doors because it couldn’t pay its heating bills and shoveling them out open windows on the first day of spring in part one “Rust.” And a house symbolically lit by gaslight after the authorities cut off its supply of electricity to coerce its inhabitants into moving out in “Remnants.” And shadows shimmering on the sand of a glass works-bound rail car like a desert mirage in “Rails.”

This is a hard watch, to be sure. Like other films-fleuve I’ve recently tackled while the rest of my family was out of town, what looked on paper like something I could have started in the morning and finished by dinner instead took all day and nearly half a pack of cigarettes, and this one left me literally shaking by the time I finally stumbled off to bed at 2am. But where my first experience with Wang was honestly just a bit of a letdown, this one was absolutely worth it.

Current Cornell faculty, staff, and students can stream this film via the Library’s subscription Academic Video Online: here’s a link to the catalog record for part one Rust. Others may have access to it via Kanopy, copies of Tiger Releases’ 2003 PAL DVD are still floating around, and there’s also a (presumably illegal) English-subtitled copy on YouTube.

Previous “Ithaca Film Journal” posts can be found here. A running list of all of my “Home Video” recommendations can be found here.

Ithaca Film Journal: 4/30/26

In Theaters: As I said in my recent blog post about the movie it’s a sequel to, I go into The Devil Wears Prada 2, which opens at both Cinemapolis and the Regal Ithaca Mall today, with some trepidation. But that’s obviously the headliner. I saw Hokum, which begins a run at both theaters as well, with an enthusiastic audience at the Philadelphia Film Society’s SpringFest a couple of weeks ago and it’s worth your time as well as long as you’re okay with jump scares–my friend Katie, who isn’t, walked out of it! Among the holdovers, The Christophers handily beats Mother Mary in the battle of Michaela Coel vehicles; both are at Cinemapolis. I’m intrigued by the disconnect between Michael‘s box office and reviews, so I’m likely going to see it at the Regal, and I’m also going to take advantage of the second chance to catch “Modern Fables for Complicated Times,” a “visual album” of shorts by local filmmaker John Scott that I missed when it played the Finger Lakes Environmental Film Festival, at Cinemapolis on Wednesday.

Other noteworthy special events include Cornell Cinema‘s traditional end-of-semester Mystery Screening and a free screening of Vieques: A Living Archive followed by a Q&A with director Juan Carlos Rodriguez at Cinemapolis this evening. Finally, this week’s repertory highlights are the screening of Purple Rain at the Regal on Sunday and Cruising at Cinemapolis on Tuesday, the latest installment in their “Staff Picks: Erotic Thrillers” series.

Home Video Recommendation: I called Northern Lights a “black and white stunner” in the FLEFF ’26 dispatch I published yesterday, but went much longer on it on Letterbox during the fest. Here’s what I said:

Has the same relationship to fellow 2026 Finger Lakes Environmental Film Festival selection Seeds as Come and See has to Green Border, but that’s the long arc of the moral universe for you! This was deservingly the second-ever winner of the Caméra d’Or at Cannes, and the scene where Robert Behling’s Ray Sorensen rehearses a speech introducing “the next governor of North Dakota!” as an economical and also more intimate alternative to a nominating convention hall full of extras is one all aspiring filmmakers should be familiar with. In a Q&A ably facilitated by friend and Ithaca College professor Dr. Ashley R. Smith, co-director John Hanson explained the verisimilitude of the amazing threshing scene was attributable to an actual unplanned snow storm that they later wrote additional scenes around so that they could incorporate it into the film. He also confirmed that, yes, Ingmar Bergman (whose films he first became acquainted with while working as a projectionist) was an influence.

It’s currently streaming on the Criterion Channel with a subscription, but only for one more day! It will still be available for rental from a variety of other platforms after that, though, and Kino Lorber released it on Blu-ray and DVD last year.

Previous “Ithaca Film Journal” posts can be found here. A running list of all of my “Home Video” recommendations can be found here.

Dispatch from the 2026 Finger Lakes Environmental Film Festival

Official logo of the 2026 Finger Lakes Environmental Film Festival

When I interviewed Finger Lakes Environmental Film Festival Co-Directors Michael Richardson and Andrew Utterson last month, they explained that their ideal FLEFF theme “will resonate with a range of different films, but not be too determining of how we think about them.” It perhaps therefore shouldn’t be a surprise that only two of the 12 movies I saw at this year’s edition directly address “Migrations” in the most obvious sense of animals or people moving from one geographical location to another. Appropriately for an opener, that’s how Clash of the Wolves, a Rin Tin Tin vehicle (my first) from 1925 accompanied by event mainstays L’il Anne and Hot Cayenne, begins: the famous canine’s Lobo leads his wolf pack down from forest fire-ravaged mountains to the desert, where borax prospector Dave Weston (Charles Farrell) earns his loyalty by removing a cactus thorn from his paw. Hijinks ensue when Dave brings Lobo, who is known throughout the region, to town in a bizarrely effective beard disguise that makes him look like Dr. Fido Freud:

Close-up of Dave putting a fake beard on Lobo

Per Utterson, “connecting the early 20th century with debates that resonate 100 or so years later” is one of the reasons FLEFF continues to include silent films in their programming each year, and the intersections between Clash and winner of the Grand Jury Prize for Best Documentary at Sundance 2026 Nuisance Bear are a great example of what this looks like in practice. Co-directed by hometown hero Jack Weisman, the latter drew one of the biggest crowds of any event I attended, and just as the fest’s first audience applauded when Lobo’s pack mauled Pat Hartigan’s villain in the final reel, these folks were audibly Team Ursine. But while the box office draw of animals may not have changed much in the past hundred years, the tone of the narratives they appear in definitely has, and where the earlier picture celebrates Dave for taming Lobo, Bear‘s subject is the dangers of disrupting the natural order. Both films are also noteworthy for their cinematography: intro speaker Thomas Bohn described the Joshua Tree National Park locations as something that set Clash apart from the backlot and studio sets the major studios favored at the time, while the best thing about Bear are its horizon line widescreen compositions and the way it zooms out to expose the “human infrastructure” deliberately hidden by other arctic photographers.

Utterson’s “historical vectors” are also at work in the way Seeds, which won the prize for Best Documentary at Sundance last year, can be read as having the same relationship to restored 1978 fellow black and white stunner Northern Lights as the antiwar classic Come and See has to Agnieszka Holland’s 2024 movie Green Border. Just as the descendants of Belarusians victimized by the Nazis went on to use Middle Eastern refugees as sacrificial pawns in a chess match against the European Union a few generations later, so too will the sons and daughters of the Scandinavian immigrants in Lights become the tormenters of Seeds‘ Southern Black family farmers who stayed behind during the Great Migration. The plainspoken lessons about economic power structures from Robert Behling’s labor organizer Ray Sorensen must have rubbed off in more ways than one!

My biggest disappointment was Our Land for reasons I detailed on Letterboxd, but mainly just because it pales in comparison to director Lucrecia Martel’s fiction films. The Blue Trail didn’t quite live up to expectations raised by its status as the festival’s closer either, although the conclusion reminiscent of Abe Simpson’s reading of Rudyard Kipling’s “If—” was a cheerful note to go out on. Mare’s Nest also brought a classic Simpsons episode to mind, but its post-apocalyptic world populated only by children is more comically uncanny than Trail‘s “Logan’s Run with a walker” take on the end times it often feels like we’re living through the beginning of. Dessert is fine and good, but dark resonates more with the anxious absurdity of the present moment than an optimistic ending.

While nothing I mentioned in the previous paragraph has more than a tenuous connection to the theme, that also describes the two titles in this year’s lineup that I enjoyed most. The bigger stretch was Faust, a rewatch for me which was accompanied by an excellent (portentous at the beginning and appropriately big throughout) live score by Cloud Chamber Orchestra, another friend of the festival. Richardson’s introduction identified plagues as one throughline from the medieval milieu of the setting to the 1920s when it was shot to today, and I suppose you could argue that Faust’s personal growth is a migration of sorts? Or not. But who cares? The glint in Faust’s eye early and off the ring he gives Gretchen later rank among the most ingenious uses of lighting in all of cinema, and it was awesome to bask in their big screen splendor. Meanwhile, my favorite new movie, The Love That Remains, is an Icelandic “Break Up in a Small Town” that features a flock of migrating geese responsible for a morbidly hilarious plane crash, an artist who works in weather and rust, and striking seasonal landscapes, but is far more Scenes from a Marriage than Koyaanisqatsi.

One highlight among the more traditional “environmental film” fare was the ethnographic agitprop The Falling Sky. It occasionally comes across a bit too much like Twin Peaks: The Return: The Documentary, but opens with an incredible reset-your-clock long take and a dramatic turn to the second person that reminded me of In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni, which I saw at Cinemapolis a week before the festival started. Silent Friend advocates even more effectively for thinking and feeling on a slower timeframe by grounding its three era-spanning narratives set at a German university (shades of Sound of Falling) in the perspective of a giant gingko tree in its botanical garden. But the biggest surprise at all was A Life Illuminated. While it touches all the biodoc bases, the movie is interestingly much more about Dr. Edith Widder’s work than her life and as the father of two girls whose creative ambitions often outpace their patience, I appreciate the way it presents failure as a disappointing but unavoidable and even necessary part of scientific progress. It’s also a wonder to see how far deep-sea marine biology has come during Widder’s lifetime, a tale initially told through archival footage that graduates first to grainy but beautiful black-and-white recordings of bioluminescence which could stand alone as an awesome experimental film, then to astonishingly beautiful capstone original images that capture one of her crowning achievements.

I didn’t originally include A Life Illuminated on my viewing schedule, and my biggest takeaway from 2026 is that it’s safe to trust the good people programming it and take a flyer on things! This edition is the first one I’ve gone whole hog on since moving to Ithaca, and more movies also meant more fun connections with the non-FLEFF films playing local theaters at the same time like Alpha, another diary of a plague year, and the kiddie and grown-up sci fi adventure stories about suddenly inhospitable ecosystems Hoppers and Project Hail Mary. Here’s to doing it next year when the festival turns 30!

Previous film festival dispatches can be found here.

$8 of Jarlsberg

24 minutes into The Devil Wears Prada, Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) is welcomed home from a long day at work by her boyfriend Nate (Adrian Grenier) with a grilled cheese sandwich:

Close-up of Nate frying a grilled cheese in a cast-iron skillet

This scene commences with a “J cut” (Wikipedia link because I was “today years old” when I learned this term, as the kids say, so maybe it’s new to you too) that cleverly uses the sound of sizzling to signify how badly she has just been burned by her boss Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep), editor-in-chief of Vogue stand-in Runway magazine, who delivers a showstopping monologue while putting the finishing touches on an outfit for an upcoming issue with the help of her art director Nigel (Stanley Tucci).

Medium long shot of Miranda chastising an offscreen Andy from the center-right of the frame while Nigel holds a jacket up in front of a model next to another Runway employee holding a belt

As Rebecca Traister described it in an article for Salon that was published on the day the film premiered:

In a matter of seasons, she explains, a particular shade of blue trickles from her office to magazine pages to couture collections, moving down the fashion food chain until the hue is all the rage in plain-Jane department stores and outlying retail outlets, finally winding up in “some tragic Casual Corner bargain bin,” the very bin out of which a holier-than-thou shopper like Andy has fished the blue sweater she’s wearing. Andy may find her boss’s attention to accessories beneath her but she should understand that on her back she sports a garment that would not have existed save for the decisions made in this very office, by the very person she’s sneering at.

It made such an impression on me that shortly after seeing Devil for the first time I decided the time had finally come to stop dressing like a gutter punk and enlisted the aid of a fashion-conscious friend to help me overhaul my entire wardrobe! But while this explains how the DVD that provided all the screengrabs in this post found its way into my collection, and although it’s almost certainly the shoutout to it in I Love You, Man that prompted My Loving Wife Marion and I to first watch it together, the grilled cheese is what makes it one of “our” movies. The close-up at the top of this post is part of a six-second-long shot that ends with a quick pan up to Nate’s face as he turns to look at Andy:

Close-up of Nate's hands and torso blurred by camera movement
Continuation of the previous image: the camera has come to rest on Nate's face as he looks down from the center of the frame
Continuation of the previous image: Nate turns to look offscreen right at Andy

This is followed by a four-second-long shot of Andy coming toward him from their bedroom ranting about work:

Medium long shot of Andy putting on a second layer as she walks toward the camera from a doorway centered in the frame
Continuation of the previous image: Andy uses her hands to express frustration from a position much closer to the camera in the right third of the frame

Cut to Nate for three seconds as he laughs sympathetically at her story:

Medium shot of Nate laughing as he looks down at his pan

Then back to Andy for eight as she complains that Miranda isn’t happy “unless everyone around her is panicked, nauseous or suicidal”:

Medium shot of Andy, still ranting

Mentioning “the Clackers” in the process, which draws a questioning, “the who?” from Nate.

Medium shot of Nate looking puzzled

We return to Andy two seconds later for her explanation that it’s an onomatopoeic reference to the sound of stilettos in the marble lobby, a throwaway description that was the best thing in the book the movie is based on, and which the singer Raye recently co-opted for a studiously cinematic collaboration with Hans Zimmer. After four seconds we cut back to Nate, who pours two glasses of red wine:

Medium shot of Nate pouring wine from the left third of the frame

And hands one to her two seconds after that:

Medium shot of Nate with his back to the camera in the middle of the frame handing a glass of wine to Andy, who approaches from screen right

The camera starts to follow her as she turns to walk away, but to no purpose, and five seconds later we’re with Nate again as he flips the sandwich over with a deft flick of his wrist:

The rhythmic alternation between shots four- to six-seconds-long with shorter ones continues a few more times as Nate hands Andy the grilled cheese:

Medium shot of Nate handing Andy, who is out of focus in the right edge of the frame with her back to the camera, the sandwich he's been making on a plate

And she laments the fact that she doesn’t even want to eat it because “that is why those girls are so skinny,” prompting him to rush over because “there’s, like, eight dollars of Jarlsberg in there!”

Nate rushes

The scene ends with a helpfully expository declaration by Andy that she just has to “stick it out for one year” and won’t let Miranda get to her in the meantime as Nate chomps on the grilled cheese:

Medium shot of Nate eating the grilled cheese he made for Andy in the right foreground as she puts on a headband in the center of the frame

Followed by another J cut to a montage of her boss dropping a series of fashionable coats on her desk:

Medium shot of Miranda throwing her coat on Andy's desk
A medium shot of Miranda in a different outfit throwing a different coat on Andy's desk
Medium shot of Miranda in yet another outfit throwing yet another coat on Andy's desk

And that’s it! No food porny oozing cheese or unconventional ingredients, just that initial close-up of a sandwich already on the verge of being over-browned and an admittedly enticing crunch as Nate bites into it later. So why did this become the only way I ever made grilled cheese for over a decade? Simple: it’s good! And simple! You can get great results by mixing and matching aged and mild cheddar or Gruyère, but if you only want to grate once, you aren’t going to do much better than Jarlsberg, which is both flavorful AND melts beautifully. Which is also true of mild Gruyère, to be sure, but Jarlsberg has the advantage of being less expensive, and if it’s not quite as strong, that’s arguably a feature not a bug: just as Nate’s sandwich isn’t actually the focus of this scene, I invariably eat grilled cheese with either Cook’s Illustrated‘s aptly-named ultimate cream of tomato soup (which Deb Perelman also swears by) or Michael Symon’s spicy tomato blue cheese soup, which are respectively extremely rich and rather pungent and therefore cry out for a textually-satisfying supporting player, not a co-star.

The problem with all this is that Marion doesn’t like Jarlsberg. And this is the story of the film for us, because I persisted in making sandwich after sandwich for her anyway in the hope that she’d eventually realize that Nate and I were right. She didn’t, and the joke became that if I Love You, Man was the movie most emblematic of our courtship, this one would be responsible for our divorce. Eventually I wised up and gave in, but even if we’re a cheddar family now, we still talk about Devil every time grilled cheese is on the menu.

We rewatched the film the other day for the first time in awhile and it holds up pretty well, albeit not for reasons that make me excited for the sequel which opens nationwide next week. Miranda’s monologue may no longer strike me as particularly revelatory, but I still find Nigel’s argument in a subsequent scene that the designers featured in Runway created something greater than art “because you live your life in it” compelling.

Medium shot of Nigel pointing offscreen left at Andy with a pencil

“Well, not you, obviously, but some people,” he adds, referring to Andy, and this dressing down is actually more narratively significant than its more famous counterpart, given that it’s the one that finally convinces Andy to start putting effort into her attire. If as Martha P. Nochimson put it in her Cineaste review Miranda is “feminine magic,” then Nigel is “Miranda’s human interpreter, wittily explaining her protocosmic mysteries and daring us to deny her importance.” Hideki Fujita also reads the work as a modern fairy tale, noting in his article “The Initiatory Experience of a Fashion Novice” that Miranda’s insistence on calling Andy by the name of her previous second assistant Emily echoes the treatment of Chihiro in Spirited Away, and like her what Andy ultimately learns is how to be her own self.

While many of Devil‘s critics lament Andy’s choice of what Nochimson calls the “dowdy track,” it’s clear to me that in the final scene our hero is indeed “not quite the old Annie” anymore as director David Frankel says in his DVD commentary track. The jeans are back, but “she has more style from having gone through her experience at Runway.”

Medium long shot of Andy walking down the street in casual, but much more stylish attire than what she wore at the beginning of the film

Even more interestingly, the quiet laugh and small smile Miranda allows herself in the shot immediately after the one above shows that she is both conscious and proud of having mentored Andy.

Close-up of Miranda momentarily looking happy in the backseat of her car

As Emanuela Barasch Rubinstein says in her book Women Managers in American Popular Culture:

In the very last moment of the film, a softer side of her emerges. Although silent in her thoughts, she appears happy for having contributed to Andy’s career as a journalist. However, to emphasize that this outburst of sentimentality is unusual, Miranda aggressively and rudely commands her driver with a sharp, “Go!” Thus, in the final scene, Miranda appears slightly more nuanced, with her character’s portrayal diverging from the flat, one dimensional image of the woman manager.

But herein lies the problem. Our last viewing of Devil came mere weeks after the New York Times published Julia Moskin’s exposé of René Redzepi’s abusive managerial practices at his restaurant Noma and I couldn’t keep it out of my head. The article begins with a vivid depiction of Redzepi publicly shaming a sous-chef for daring to “put on techno music, a genre that Mr. Redzepi disliked, in the production kitchen” that doesn’t seem too far removed from some of Miranda’s behavior up until the point where Redzepi throws a punch. The question is: where do you draw the line? If it’s at physical abuse, Priestly gets a pass, but Moskin goes on to note that the 35 former Noma employees she interviewed “described lasting trauma from layers of psychological abuse, including intimidation, body shaming and public ridicule.” If that isn’t just a problem because it’s part of a pattern, then what does it say about the offices of Runway where Nigel can get away with “affectionately” calling Andy “Six” after her dress size and where Miranda is able to refer to her even more simply as “fat” without anyone blinking an eye?

A really good sequel would delve into this question, especially one coming out now. Something tells me The Devil Wears Prada 2 won’t, but either way, we’ll always have Jarlsberg.

Ithaca Film Journal: 4/23/26

In Theaters: This is the final week before Ithaca goes back to being a two movie theater town when Cornell Cinema closes up shop until the students return in August, but all the stuff I’m most interested in is at Cinemapolis and the Regal Ithaca Mall anyway. I’m definitely going to try to see director David Lowery’s latest Mother Mary and I Swear at the former, and if I add a third movie it will be Michael at the latter despite bad reviews because it will be fun if I decide everyone else is wrong!

My favorite holdover is The Christophers, which continues its run at Cinemapolis. Here’s what I said about it on Letterboxd last week:

In which Michaela Coel’s artist Lori Butler lays out a dinner’s worth of takeout containers with the same careful attention she would devote to organizing a palette. I appreciated the use of glitter in the Christophers III series more for having seen Noah Davis’s 2004 (1) at the Philadelphia Museum of Art yesterday. Refreshingly alive to the many different ways a work of art can impact someone: in most movies “it changed my life!” is a boringly undynamic positive.

Movie of the moment The Drama remains there and at the Regal and is worth seeing as well if for no other reason than so that you can have an opinion on it. I’m also interested in My Father’s Shadow, which made my “Cannes 2025 Films That I Am Most Eager to See” list, but it isn’t a priority for me because it’s available on Mubi. Special events include a free screening of The Librarians, which unlike most movies about my profession I didn’t hate, at Cinemapolis on Saturday and four free events at Cornell Cinema: a “Science on Screen” presentation of A Birder’s Guide to Everything this evening, a “Sensory Ethnography” program featuring Leviathan and two shorts on Monday, a screening of Rosemead that evening, and a Kleber Mendonça Filho double feature of Pictures of Ghosts and The Secret Agent on Wednesday. Finally, other noteworthy repertory fare includes 35th anniversary screenings of The Silence of the Lambs at the Regal on Sunday and Wednesday and Eyes Wide Shut at Cinemapolis on Tuesday to kick off their new “Staff Picks: Erotic Thrillers” series.

Home Video Recommendation: I read an interesting Substack post by Will Manidis & Nabeel S. Qureshi called “Rented Virtue” a couple of months ago right around the time I saw The Testament of Ann Lee. It proposes that the Quaker sect’s spiritual prohibition on lying was directly responsible for the success in trade that gave them an outsized influence on the development of the British empire, and that there is no secular alternative to achieving this kind of result because irrational-seeming constraints imposed in the absence of God can’t ever reliably answer the question, “why maintain this when it is costly?” I thought of this just the other night while watching Barbary Coast on the Criterion Channel because Joel McCrea’s willingness to put poetry ahead of profit and his proselytizing influence on Miriam Hopkins seems to represent a rebuttal. If that doesn’t float your boat, the opening sequence is a classic Howard Hawks proceduralist depiction of a 19th century ship docking in San Francisco harbor, plus you’ve got both Walter Brennan wearing a fake (spoiler alert?) eyepatch and Edward G. Robinson donning an even danglier earring than the one he wore as a character note in Tiger Shark three years earlier. Barbary Coast will disappear from the Criterion Channel at the end of the month, but is also streaming on Prime Video with a subscription and Tubi, and copies of the Warner Archives Collection’s 2015 DVD release remain plentiful.

Previous “Ithaca Film Journal” posts can be found here. A running list of all of my “Home Video” recommendations can be found here.

Ithaca Film Journal: 4/16/26

What I’m Seeing This Week: We’ll be out of town for the next few days, but My Loving Wife and I are planning to see Hokum with friends at the Philadelphia Film Society’s SpringFest during our travels. I’m hoping to catch The Christophers at Cinemapolis and Normal at the Regal Ithaca Mall after we return as well.

Also in Theaters: My favorite new movie now playing Ithaca is The Drama, which continues its run at Cinemapolis and the Regal. Here’s what I said about it on Letterboxd earlier this week:

Captures the kaleidoscopic mélange (!) of assumed intent, other people’s actual and imagined reactions, and imagined futures that we’re actually reacting to when someone does or says something that upsets us. Which is to say that, for better or worse, this is much, much less about the big plot twist (which traffics in a taboo that Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die already cathartically allowed me to laugh at earlier this year) than Robert Pattinson’s Charlie’s response to it. Which was designed to be chewed on with post-movie cheeseburgers in Andy’s Diners the world over.

Special events include 3D presentations of Jurassic Park and Dial M for Murder at Cornell Cinema on Saturday and Sunday respectively. There are too many free events at Cinemapolis and Cornell Cinema this week to list, but highlights include a “Family Classic Picture Show” screening of one of my childhood favorites Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, at the former on Sunday and a “Collaborative Filmmaking; Indigenous Media” program at the latter on Monday featuring Mobilize, Doing the Sheep Good, Ringtone, and Ghosts. Finally, on the repertory front Bigger than Life is playing Cornell Cinema tonight and Fight Club screens at the Regal on Wednesday.

Home Video Recommendation: Magellan, which clocked in at third on my Movie Year 2025 top ten (percent) list, is now streaming on the Criterion Channel with a subscription! Here’s my blurb from that post:

I made a point of mentioning how grateful I was to Cinemapolis for programming this film in every single one of my conversations with someone who works there for a solid month because I didn’t think it was high-profile enough to *ever* play here, let alone during its first run in theaters! Like 28 Years Later it is, for me, first and foremost a quasi-adaptation of a great science fiction novel I never expected to get to see on the big screen, in this case Orson Scott Card’s Pastwatch: The Redemption of Christopher Columbus, which postulates that if just one or two things had gone differently, we could easily be living in a world where Mesoamericans “discovered” and subjugated Europe instead of vice versa. Here Gael García Bernal’s titular explorer is depicted as not much more than a crab in a metal carapace, washed up on a beach at the beginning of the film and ready for the boil by the end of it. 

And here’s a screengrab from the first stunning crustaceous tableau to further whet your appetite:

Long shot of a wounded Ferdinand Magellan (Gael García Bernal) in his armor sitting on a beach strewn with dead bodies

Now go watch it!

Previous “Ithaca Film Journal” posts can be found here. A running list of all of my “Home Video” recommendations can be found here.

Ithaca Film Journal: 4/9/26

What I’m Seeing This Week: I plan to close out the Finger Lakes Environmental Film Festival with the screening of Faust with live musical accompaniment by Cloud Chamber Orchestra on Saturday and The Blue Trail on Sunday. I’m also going to check out local production No Choice during its limited run at Cinemapolis that starts on Monday and am hoping to finally see The Drama there or at the Regal Ithaca Mall as well.

Also in Theaters: You have one last chance to see Alpha, my favorite film of Movie Year 2026 so far, at Cinemapolis this afternoon: don’t miss it! Special events include the Ithaca Short Film Festival at Cinemapolis on Wednesday and five free events at Cornell Cinema: a “Science on Screen” screening of A Good Year this evening, a screening of TCB: The Toni Cade Bambara School of Organizing followed by a Q&A with filmmaker Louis Massiah which also includes free popcorn tomorrow, Tongo Saa on Monday, Microhabitat on Tuesday, and Elie Wiesel: Soul on Fire on Wednesday. The FLEFF screening of An Inconvenient Truth on Saturday afternoon is free as well. Finally, repertory highlights include a 3D presentation of House of Wax at Cornell Cinema on Saturday and Mad Max: Fury Road there later the same evening. If you want to make a day of it, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is playing the Regal, where you can also catch National Lampoon’s Vacation tomorrow and Caddyshack on Sunday.

Home Video Recommendation: I watched India Song for the first time a few months ago and I doubt a day has gone by since when I didn’t find myself whistle its titular theme at least once! Here’s what I said about on Letterboxd after my second viewing in February:

In the same way that I’m no longer capable of hearing the Beatles song “For No One” without thinking about James Joyce’s short story The Dead, now that I’ve convinced myself of the affinities between this film and John Cale’s “Paris 1919,” I’m probably doomed to forever think of it as an “adaptation.” But maybe the hypnotic brilliance of Carlos D’Alessio’s score is enough to guarantee something more like a two-way street? This month’s selection for the two-person film club I’m in with my buddy Scott is also a weirdly perfect follow-up to the last couple, featuring as it does interiors with a green-red color scheme that matches the two-strip Technicolor tones of Mystery of the Wax Museum and a similarly estranged relationship between sound and image as Blue.

It is now streaming on the Criterion Channel and is also available on Blu-ray and DVD from the Criterion Collection in a two-film box set with Baxter, Vera Baxter.

Previous “Ithaca Film Journal” posts can be found here. A running list of all of my “Home Video” recommendations can be found here.