Monday, October 20 2014
Wolverine's demise had just enough substance and not nearly enough style.
While it looks quite amazing, the problem with Neverending Nightmares is that there is a real lack of a bigger picture, either strategically or narratively, to motivate the play itself.
Brutality can take many forms, from war making to banking.
Vincent Price brought class to everything he did, a quality evident even in the B-movies of The Vincent Price Collection II.
When Flynne Fisher witnesses a murder, a contract is taken on her life. The contract holders are from the future.
There's hardly enough killer fish action in Killer Fish to keep the film afloat.
Twin titans of the underground come together to craft essentially what you'd expect a collaboration of this nature to sound like, for better or worse.
The history of the Scientific Revolution, retold: Clear, detailed, and as overwhelming as drinking from a fire hose.
In overemphasizing the pure pop side of its style, Jukebox the Ghost oversimplifies and dumbs down its songwriting smarts.
The Nightjar and the Garden is a highly literary effort, a testament to a woman's trying faith in a time and place where it is a commodity that is being continuously challenged.
Simpson's grumbling's gotten boring, but Oh-No's beats are as fresh as they've ever been (straight off the farm, we're talking).
This lost live record captures one of rock’s most unassailable giants, right when it was discovering how to really belt out its “fee-fi-fo-fums”.
Frank Solivan and Dirty Kitchen are poised to become a lasting force in bluegrass and also demonstrate the potential for broader success.
Friday, October 17 2014
The commercial approach of The Book of Life is to draw on a wide range of celebrities to craft an entertainment that just about anyone could like.
A onetime Hollywood superhero takes a stab at respectability by adapting Raymond Carver’s writings to Broadway in Iñárritu's hallucinogenic satire of the entertainment industry.
Rhino’s seven CD retrospective box set Soundtracks covers off the bulk of Ry Cooder’s ‘80s film work. Interesting and varied, this is a worthy re-issue.
Even though How I Learned to Write Backwards is arguably the band's darkest hour, it's still affirming and affecting, the final piece in a wonderful trilogy of albums.
Italo Calvino offers a rarely personal, and deeply insightful, glimpse of the adolescent experience of war.
The constantly morphing new jazz trio moves into deeply atmospheric, electronic territory and dares you to follow.
This EP bears the mark of idle hands merely wanting to keep busy.