Molly Oswaks, yeah, she’s one of those multi-hyphenates who actually pulls it off. Living out in LA now (because, duh, where else do doc filmmakers migrate?), she’s been weaving stories for ages—first with a pen, now with a camera. She took her time at NYU’s Gallatin School, mixing creative writing and psychology, so you can bet her films dig into what makes people tick, not just what they say on the surface. But before all the documentaries and deep dives, she was hustling hard in the journalism world for, like, a decade. We’re talking The New York Times, Playboy—yeah, that Playboy—plus Cosmopolitan, Elle, Vanity Fair, and honestly, way too many others to name without sounding like she’s bragging. It wasn’t just fluff either; she wrote features and profiles that actually made you care about people you’d never meet. Now, she’s channeled all that curiosity and knack for storytelling into documentary film. There’s this sense that she’s not interested in just telling you what happened—she wants to get under the skin of a subject, poke around, see what’s real. Her background in psychology? It totally bleeds through. The way she interviews, the vibe she creates, it all feels a bit like you’re getting let in on a secret. And, yeah, LA’s the home base, but her eyes are everywhere—she’s got that classic journalist restlessness. Basically, if Molly Oswaks is behind a project, expect it to hit harder and linger longer than your average doc.
