The Catcher in the Rye lands in the Pacific Northwest.

Bobby Dupea is too familiar as a privileged white man seeking meaning outside of an upper middle class upbringing but who, instead of exploiting working class people with direct economic control, does so by using their neighborhoods, lives, and realities as a playground where he never has to be accountable. 

The film, to me, looks at people like Bobby Dupea they way they are incapable of looking at themselves —…

Al Pacino yelled so Michael Allen White could scream. 

The absurdity of the goings on in a local courthouse, and particularly who is deemed valuable and ethical and who is not therein, is expertly laid bare here while centering the truly human toll of what would otherwise just be a laughably nonsensical circus. In the shadow of Attica and other uprisings, it seems like somebody (or some set of people) needed to make sure that the intellectual incoherence of the…