Private Life is a criminally slept-on New York City movie about hope, by Brookie Mcilvaine
Private Life opens on the lower half of Rachel’s body, expectant. She’s clothed in only underwear, supine in dim lighting, and a male voice asks from behind, “Are you ready?” A needle appears out of thin air, confirming that she’s not about to have sex, as the film’s positioning would have you believe; she’s about […]




