Unspeakable horror! Mutant nightmares! Eldritch evil! Alexandrian witchcraft! Nicolas Cage gleefully picking tomatoes and peaches off of the vine!
What’s a man do to when he has all the money in the world plus a rehabilitated image as Marvel’s greatest hero? He does little. Very, very little.
Everything else may have gone wrong, but at least Bombay Bicycle Club’s first release in several years has gone totally right.
In which one kid’s personal apocalypse is ushered in through his own obsession with recording his every stupid move.
Yes, this header is the best that I could do. No, that should stop you neither from reading the review nor listening to the record.
Andy had hopes for this movie, but it turns out it’s so not-a good.
Abolish the death penalty.
It’s never too late to take a minute and jot down some thoughts about one of 2019’s best country records, y’know.
Good morning everyone! Let’s get popular on the Internet.
There are only so many ways that I, personally, can imagine screwing this movie up, and Jay Roach screws it up in all those ways plus others.
If there is a dad joke, and I can get away with making the dad joke, I will always, always, always make the dad joke, even dad jokes about Free Nationals albums.
“It’s tough being the one guy with an unflattering take on the movie everyone loves,” said the one guy with an unflattering take on the movie everyone loves, finding the strength to move on against all odds.
Warning: Lots of gardening and botany puns ahead.
If you put a set of explosives in the water and a massive tidal wave formed, you would get…a really bad joke. Also, this album kicks ass.
There’s nothing more that Andy likes in this world than getting in the last word, except for Martin Scorsese movies. He likes those way more. But why not both!
Hell yeah, a grown-ass man beating up on the adorable kids film, because my HEART is COLD as ICE.
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A new Juliana Hatfield album, following the other new Juliana Hatfield album, except *this* Juliana Hatfield album is The Police.
This is a movie, but also the epitome of a blockbusting year spent making overdetermined, obnoxious , totally disingenuous proclamations of feminine heroism.
Last week, for The A.V. Club‘s weekly A-Sides feature, I had the good luck of writing about the new FKA twigs album, Magdalene, essentially her way of working through her breakup with Robert Pattinson, which I know little about*, other than it resulted in a really great album by an incredibly talented artist. I also know that I’m …