Stoner/doom giants Sleep have awaken (pun intended) and are still awesome.
Stoner/doom giants Sleep have awaken (pun intended) and are still awesome.
We have fond memories of this movie, but it really just bridged the gap between the two eras of the Die Hard franchise.
Sequels are usually a terrible idea, but Die Hard 2 found an interesting loophole so that it wouldn’t suck.
What better way to celebrate Die Hard’s anniversary than to watch it again to try and figure out the secret of its immortality?
The fourth Travis McGee novel is somewhat of a curve ball. It’s one of these books you need to be already into the character to appreciate.
The singles on this album are great for what they are. But everything else about it sucks.
Now You See Me 2 is now available on Netflix. One would believe that movie tanked, but it inexplicably didn’t.
The latest artsy and deep hyperviolent movie has a thing to two to say about romanticizing violence in movies.
The Cool & Lam mysteries aren’t exactly elating, but they’re a reliable form of entertainment.
Three ways Den of Thieves fail to live up to Heat, the movie it’s blatantly ripping off.
I know this movie is called Den of Thieves, but it really is Dipshit Heat.
I’ve seen Heat for the first time last Sunday and it lived up to its cult status in every possible way.
Erle Stanley Gardner was once the best-selling American author. Why have we forgotten all about him?
I hated myself for loving this book. But I did love the hell out of it.
Not exactly a budding classic, but a different take on used up Hollywood tropes.
I had rose-colored memories of this album. While there are some of my favorite Metallica songs on it, it’s just not that good.
This album is, I believe, as close as it gets to the original intent behind Death Grips. It’s a violent onslaught of new and recycled sounds merged together into music you didn’t know you wanted to hear yet.
This movie is not edgy or controversial. It’s self-satisfied and terrible.
There’s a lot of what makes Chuck Palahniuk fantastic in that book. A little too much of it.
The death of the young rapper brings us back to a question we’ve been collectively dodging for decades: how do we want to remember abusive artists?
