Sunday, October 12 2014
Kevin Smith and his comic book-loving posse spend each episode swapping tales about daily trades, sales, and purchases in Smith’s comic book store, Secrete Stash.
Saturday, October 11 2014
Like most kids' movies, this one is less chaotic and inventive than it is predictable and reassuring.
Friday, October 10 2014
In Whiplash, all the visual and aural magic comes from Andrew's (Miles Teller) precise and jazzy drum solos.
A strong cast fights a losing battle against subpar material in this ramshackle drama.
Like any movie in the curmudgeon-mentors-a-child subgenre, St. Vincent draws some fine lines, between comedy and sentimentality, formula and, well, more formula.
Almost all portable games are single player, and for the most part, this feels like a single player game, which does the fantastic series a disservice.
Few authors are able to write equally well about war strategy, communism, cover crops, and postpartum depression.
A master of visuals, Walerian Borowczyk's stunning recreation of medieval life presents a world which seems as real and defined as the space in our own living rooms.
By tweaking the sound of his previous record, Caribou's Dan Snaith has created one of the most enjoyable, crowd-pleasing records of the year.
Mary Timony's new project Ex Hex makes the best case possible for listening to that urge to simplify on Rips.
Twee is about much more than DIY/Etsy, hipsters and Zooey Deschanel.
Field Report have crafted a near-masterpiece of pain and triumph within the deckle-edged leaves of Marigolden.
Avant garde pianist Shipp explores his musical past through this contemporary solo set, hinting at where we may find him in the future.
On album 13, and album two since extracting himself from his Curb contract, Tim McGraw is in his element and doing what he does best.
An under-heard but top-notch tenor player, leading a sharp band through excellent tunes. Vibes, guitar, driving rhythm, all right here.
Thursday, October 9 2014
Whether it’s the recollection of Jesus’ time on the ice as a hockey player, or the confessions of a newspaper editor, Warner isn’t bound by the traditional template for short stories.
Flesh + Blood has at least this to its credit: it's not as bad as Howard the Duck.
Everything Will Be Alright in the End is not an album: it's an act of contrition that you can dance to.
Follow author Ian Woollen's advice: "Sit back, sip your drink, and allow words and phrases such as 'sock hop' and 'fallout', 'Studebaker', and 'Red Scare' to summon up what images they will."
SBTRKT leads a disparate cast of collaborators down a rabbit hole of mismatched beats and psychotic melodies on his second LP.