Imposter syndrome takes new twists in Bernhard Wenger’s Peacock, a satirical tragicomedy that made its Southeastern premiere at the 56th Nashville Film Festival.
I can picture it now. My mom, almost 80 and dealing with dementia, rolling through the halls of her assisted living center with a mischievous grin plastered across her face. She’d be the one hiding rubber bats in the cafeteria,… Continue Reading →
