During her brief ’80s reign as one of film’s biggest stars, Cher didn’t disappear into roles—she brought her indelible presence to bear on women thought to be invisible and cast them into the light.
If it somehow took Milo’s appearance to reveal Bill Maher’s true form to you, perhaps you have some reckoning to do with your own Islamophobic bullshit.
What did it take for the most famous and widely read American film critic ever to hand out his lowest possible rating, issued only a few dozen times in a 10,000-plus review career?
As artists are pushed out by skyrocketing rent, the city’s drag culture is threatened.
When you’re depressed, you learn all of the angles inside a half-empty apartment. You become a student of the ceiling.
As Arrival and Rogue One: A Star Wars Story placed strong women at the hearts of heady, exciting science-fiction stories, Sigourney Weaver’s iconic Alien hero looms as large as ever.
Modern music streaming services are rigorously quality-controlled from the instant the songs are uploaded by labels and artists—there’s no longer any room for happy accidents.
It’s hard to shake the notion that the defuturing of the future suggests something larger: not that the future is now, but that the future may never get past now.
No one wants a mewling essay full of apologies. It’s almost an act of selfishness—to share an apology reflects weakness. Trump knew it all along: there’s no social capital in culpability.
Talking with the author of I’m Thinking of Ending Things about the move from memoir to fiction, capturing the anxiety and insecurity of new relationships, and the darkness of Canadian country roads.
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