Welcome to The Metropolitan Review

by The Editors

January 27, 2025

We are a quarter of the way through the new century, and the state of high culture is not what it should be. Individuals are no less brilliant, but there is a clear institutional lack. It’s as if the great publishers, film producers, and record labels can no longer provide us the artistic nourishment that…

Why Is Everything So Ugly? A Roundtable Discussion

by Youmna Melhem Chamieh

September 5, 2026

Late this January, encouraged by the sheer familiarity of a vertical motion — snow’s impersonal descent over the neighborhood, creaking freshly underfoot; its vicious rise, so steep, to the mnemonic occasion — questions around the ugliness of everything began to take on renewed urgency across the mind’s more circular regions. To help make much-needed headway

Fly Me to the Sun: On A. Natasha Joukovsky’s Medium Rare

by John-Paul Heil

September 4, 2026

Ironically, the Greeks and Romans were pretty goth. As a Roman tombstone tells us, “We are, and we were, nothing. See, reader, how quickly us mortals come from nothing and return to nothing.” Okay, maybe that’s a little long for a Hot Topic t-shirt, but how about this one? Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo —…

Smells Like Spirit: On Adam Voith’s Recommended If You Like

by Ryan Chapman

September 2, 2026

Cards on the table: there is no God, and Christian rock cannot achieve greatness. Chances are you agree with the latter; to each their own with the former. John Jeremiah Sullivan, in his GQ classic “Upon This Rock” of 2004, claimed the genre had “excellence-proofed itself”: It’s message music for listeners who know the message cold, and,…

“Calves” and “Complicit Poetry”

by Mark Leidner

August 30, 2026

The crisper drawers / are the refrigerator’s calves. / The backsides of tires / are the calves of cars. / As high as the mist rises up / from where the white cords of falling water / plunge into the blue lagoon / is how high the calves / of a waterfall are. / A…

Are the Movies Actually Back?: On a Summer at the Cinema

by Sam Jennings

August 28, 2026

The hottest, driest summer on record is coming to an end, and all through the digital ether the call is going out: “THE MOVIES ARE BACK. THE MOVIES ARE BACK.” This month marks my first year as film critic at The Metropolitan Review, so perhaps it’s time to editorialize and examine the claim. Are “the movies”…

Can Billionaires Buy Transcendence?: On Tech Bros, Their Art, and the Aesthetics of Inhumanity

by Savannah Huitema

August 26, 2026

The coroner said the manner of death was suicide, with “blunt or injury to the head, trunk and extremities.” The dead man’s coworkers probably heard the crunch of breaking bones as his body hit the floor from stories above in the Amazon warehouse. It’s a strange sound, human bones cracking, hard to place, and it…

Cannonball: Short Fiction

by J.W. Yablonsky

August 22, 2026

I’d told Delahaye that I was done stealing cars, or at least done stealing whole cars. Carjacking was a noble trade once upon a time, with a mannered and cordial community around it. Even considering the ideological schism between the whole-hog hotwire or key-fob clone artists and the more targeted hubcap and wheel men, who…

Edenic Realism: On Éric Rohmer’s Élisabeth and His Literary Project

by Shreya Khullar

August 21, 2026

The initial pleasure of an Éric Rohmer film is the pleasure of a beautiful face. The initial response of any viewer is a dazed enchantment with his titillating aesthetics. The faces, yes, but also the French landscape and the youthful, lithe bodies that populate it. Despite its name, even Rohmer’s A Tale of Winter begins with tones…

You End Up Right Back Here: On Richard Russo’s Under the Falls

by Julia M. Klein

August 20, 2026

Richard Russo fans will recognize some familiar markers of his fiction in his latest novel, Under the Falls. The setting is a landscape of physical, economic, and emotional desolation — Stone Mountain, a hardscrabble, down-on-its-luck upstate New York town where the old lakeside amusement park rides are dismantled and rusting. This is “a place that doesn’t yield…

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