Brooklyn nostalgia has done more than sell hot dogs and baseball memorabilia.
Public architecture that’s luxurious and dramatic — even excessive — should be ours as a right.
Gravity points us back to the silent era’s “sensation cinema.”
To put it most unkindly, trap music is adult contemporary for the prosumer age.
So long as the karmic tip jar clouds our perceptions, the insane injustice of an underpaid labor force reimbursed through only the guilty feelings of their coworkers will persist.
At least Verbinski tries to bring intelligent, politically-savvy revisionist westerns back into style.
The Oscar ceremony has finally acquired an ideal twenty-first century host in the smirking, tap-dancing, bland-faced Seth MacFarlane.
The reaction to a new film about sex workers tells us more about liberal reviewers than the workers themselves.
Zero Dark Thirty is a film that didn’t need to be made — it strives for realism, but ends up rehashing Bush-era tropes about the ‘war on terror.’
There’s a reason designers describe their field in abstract terms.