When the best brewery of 2019 is a faster-than-quick drive from where you live, you of course go to interview the owner. Assuming that’s your job.
And now, a moment to acknowledge the uglier side of making music in Nashville when you’re a woman: Sexism. Good thing no one’s having it anymore.
More goodness from Nashville, delivered right into your face!
The stars, they’re just like us! They make friends! They text each other hot goss! They…text each other when they’re knitting sweaters in hotel rooms!
Temple Drake’s gonna tell her story with tunes of glory until the end of the world.
Three movies, three Florence Pugh roles, three stellar Pugh-formances, one piece to recap all of them for you and also find the ways that they intersect.
Trends! Get your beer trends here! Fresh trends, alive, alive-oh!
The best movies, the best albums, the best horror, and the best catty side-swipes at whatever’s annoying me at the time of this writing. Happy New Year!
In the words of Roast Beef Kazenzakis: “Because I got depression.” At least, I think he said that.
One of the best horror movies all time. One of the best horror movies of 2019. One attempt at tying them both together.
Or IS he? He isn’t. But he IS! Or is he? Buokay, okay, fine, I’ll stop, because whether Daniel is real or not (he is), this movie is very, very real.
Nothing like a challenge to make me wake up in the morning, even a challenge that I’m poorly equipped to tackle!
In November’s Criterion round-up: There’s a cold war being fought, Betty Blue and Eve make the voyage all about themselves.
“Okay, Teddy, let’s not evaluate rashly here, all right? It’s a misunderstanding. We’re not saying pilsners are boring. We’re saying that we are too boring to appreciate them properly, is what I’m going with.”
Turkey’s out, will’s out, knives out.
In which Trey and Andy go for the turkey and talk about Trey’s third movie. Never let it be said that critics don’t have their favorites.
My editor came up with a really good title for this piece, and I’m very mad I didn’t figure it out for myself first. At least the piece itself isn’t too bad!
Oh, come on, you didn’t think I’d go to a bunch of breweries and not ALSO go to a bunch of bars, too? You don’t know me at all, do you.
It’s called Music City, but as a secondary honorific, Good Beer City is accurate. It just doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as nicely.
100 movies. How many have you seen? None? A few? Enough? Because let me tell you, that’s a whole lot of movies.