The first honest-to-goodness “about the COVID-19 outbreak” article I’ve written. Sort of. Anyways, have some films by women.
One person’s controversy is another’s mundanity, I’ll grant you that, but there’s nothing mundane about burning down a theater.
For the record, “Selah and the Spades” would be a totally awesome name for a rock ‘n roll band.
Every time I go to my parents support group, I count myself lucky, doubly so now that the world is standing still.
Look, I can’t control what Jason Lei Howden does or says because he’s a raging asshole, don’t hate me for writing about his most recent movie.
When Will Forte is the bad guy in a horror movie, you know he’s going to play that bad guy to the stupidest hilt possible. And he’ll also be great.
My second piece about “First Cow.” You could call it: “Second ‘First Cow’ Piece.”
If it’s HBO and I’m writing about it, it’s probably “Westworld.”
The director of one of the best movies of the year was kind enough to talk to me about making a “timely” movie that’s actually timeless.
The start of a new franchise. Better get a ticket now before “Second Cow” and “Third Cow” go into production.
Handsome, clever, rich, and also so unpleasant in such fundamental ways that the person portraying her doesn’t even like her.
Hop, hop, hop, all day long / hop, hop, hop, while I sing this song
Watch yourself watching yourself while you’re living with yourself in a hole in the ground and ah hell, I give up.
Oscar talk! Oscar talk here! Come get today’s fresh Oscar talk, sirs and ladies!
It’s bad enough working a job where you barely have time to eat, and worse when the person you’re starving yourself for is a bastard.
You really, genuinely, legitimately cannot get rid of the Babadook, not as long as SNL and “The Magicians” keep making jokes about it.
One of the last decade’s defining TV series comes to a close, and I couldn’t be more overjoyed.
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!