A non-preachy cyberpunk novel about body dysmorphia? Sign me up.
Steven Spielberg is just an old man talking to himself at this point, but he's great at it.
Cocaine Bear is the perfect movie to see with your MAGA uncle and your vegan little sister without starting a conflict.
British artists are very good at music and Remote Viewing is great at sludge metal
Where I explain why the protagonist of Peaky Blinders is not just a sigma male.
Goddamn it. This was not just a metaphor for Irish Civil War, wasn't it?
Tár is nearly 160 minutes of classical music, ideological conversation and narcissism, but it's good. I promise.
I talked to David James Keaton for the release of his new book. He’s appropriately weird.
David James Keaton is Nick Hornby's long-lost evil, gaslighting brother.
One of these classic extreme records where your appreciation of it speaks more about you than it does about the record itself.
Noah Baumbach's adaptation of Don DeLillo's contemporary classic is serviceable and, at times, memorable.
There is still magic left in Kevin Smith. Not that much, but it's still there.
You've seen this movie a hundred times before, but it still hits the spot.
