Tuesday, May 21 2013
George Plimpton was a blue-blooded aesthete who chronicled his many failures and never cared about being called a dilettante.
Can we escape our fate? And is doing so only a question of substantiation? The substantiation by means of a certain weight of money, or maybe the transubstantiation of piety in a hyper-noir landscape…
There are moments when we imagine that a character might actually meet the true death, leaving Sookie without a vampire lover to come to her rescue, for once.
This much maligned film captures enough of the spirit of Captain America that Marvel fans will probably want to own this odd piece of ephemera from before the age when Marvel movies became a juggernaut.
Raised on a lifelong media diet of “good” and “bad” foods, some Americans tend to approach the dinner table in a state of panic.
When the kitchen sink starts calling you names, it's time to grab the baby and move out.
The National keeps on growing older gracefully with the impeccably executed Trouble Will Find Me, but it might just be that the venerable group has reached the point of no-longer-increasing returns.
Access All Arenas, a vivid and vivacious capture of Justice's 2012 Arena of Nîmes show, proves once and for all that the progression that occurred between Cross and Audio, Video, Disco hadn't changed them as a band. It, in fact, made them better.
As with many marketing books, Contagious verges on pop psychology.
This vinyl and digital only “album” feels more like a DJ's tool than a pure record, but it works best when the experimental nature of the music is unfurled and the artist just lets loose.
Patron saints of doom bid farewell to their stony parishioners with their riff heavy swan song.
Odonis Odonis' Better EP is louder, darker, and uglier than its predecessor, the noisy, surf-minded Hollandaze. But the hooks are still there, buried mile-deep in feedback and sludge.
I don't hear Young Dreams in any of these songs, I hear their favorite bands, and I find that kind of frustrating.
Essential recordings from the history of the blues -- oh hell, from the history of American popular music, period
Monday, May 20 2013
The Goodwin Games wears its quirk on its sleeve. The opening is straight out of The Royal Tenenbaums: while ornate classical music plays, a bowtie-wearing family patriarch (Beau Bridges) sits in a too-perfectly-art-directed library.
The hype around David Chase's first film is, sadly, unfulfilled.
This is one of the best books about music ever published. It's an absolute delight to sink into and thrash around in, and it comes with a rigorous and righteous sense of wild-eyed-and-eared enthusiasm, and enough exuberant 'motherfuckers' to make Tarantino blush.
Motive reminds viewers that breaking social norms can lead to dire consequences.
“She should never have come to Romania... Damn me for a Fool...”
Doc Martin's social ineptitude and crankiness could tire easily, but Portwenn and its residents offer a balance that works well.