Pardon the absence of an umlaut. I’m not sure how to add one.
But I am sure of this: Max Lindenman is the real deal.
For proof, just read his latest essay, which references in its lede one of the ’90s greatest movies (crafted from one of the decade’s most inventive screenplays), while dissecting the work of Jack Chick and Flannery O’Connor. Really.
Go and read. You can thank me later.