The teaser for Kali Kahn’s film, Fairchild, is a murky thing, dark but patchy with light, too, because this is Florida. A young girl, pale and denim-shorted, digs a hole in the dirt, uprooting the tendriled root of a tree in the Everglades. She chews the ends of her hair and her fingers, the way children do, the way teenagers do (she’s both or somewhere in-between). The clearing is saw palmetto green; her nails are blue, bluer still in the soil, on her own shoulder, on her lips. There is neither antecedent nor aftermath for the scene—it’s the film’s trailer, […]