Released thirty years ago, Prince’s directorial debut seemed calculated to frustrate the fans who bought tickets to Purple Rain weekend after weekend.
A photograph is no more a memory or a gun than it is a murder or a moral code: On the work of Matt Bialer and the streets of New York City.
From the heartsick graverobbers of early Romantic literature to the latest gritty cable crime drama, the dead woman is never simply mourned and forgotten, but fully objectified and consumed.
The legendary war correspondent found domesticity and adventure are not easily balanced.
Not knowing what I’m talking about has probably been a hindrance in ways I am blessedly unaware of, but ultimately, my being wildly wrong about anything and everything hurts no one, not even me.
Are we in it together if someone refuses the context needed to see this thing changed?
The art of the story itself hinges on orphans: without them, the novel might never have been conceived.
Gordon Korman wrote his first bestseller in seventh grade. Eighty-eight books (and counting) later, a movie adaptation revisits the early work of a man whose audience changes every graduation season.
Phife never presented himself as a celebrity. He was always a hard-working, fun-loving guy whose success was never as important as letting us know how dope he was.