Friday, February 21 2014
Will and Marcus “grow up” together in bite-sized portions, learning to put away their respective childish things in the course of each episode. Then they regress.
On one hand Atticus, the most awesome slave-gladiator in Pompeii, is smart and splendidly charismatic. On the other, he's tormented.
Stanley Kramer's widow notes that this movie was made more or less on a dare. Apocryphal or not, the origin makes sense.
The Prey bounces along from one suspense-building setup to the next, erupting in a flurry of running, shooting, driving very fast, and occasionally falling from great heights.
This re-issue is an example of when youth and musicality collide in a sublime fashion.
Eric Church is not as hard as he wants you to think, but his softness is what makes him interesting.
This is an elegant, concise book on the entanglement of feminism with imperialism by a foremost anthropologist in her field.
The Berlin deep house trio takes you on an eclectic journey for their DJ-Kicks selection.
Surpassing expectations and comparisons to their former band, Sonic Syndicate, The Unguided's sophomore release is a strong follow up to their impressive debut.
The most complete Scaggs retrospective to date is hard to turn down.
Bigby Wolf falls into the tradition of the beaten down noir investigator, a figure along the lines of a Philip Marlowe or a Sam Spade. However, he is different enough to eke out his own individuality within the context of a Fables inspired world.
Thursday, February 20 2014
Scenes inside Murphy's dreaming brain give way to a real-life nightmare, and for a few brief moments, Robocop hums with disturbing sci-fi possibilities.
Family Matters is a sterling (and torturous) example of the allegedly “post-racial” America inaugurated by the bourgeois and only mildly Afrocentric triumphs of The Cosby Show.
A London Year chronicles marvelous tales and observations by writers known and unknown.
Guillaume Nicloux's 'The Nun' has a translucent woman at its centre; her face at first a budding rose becomes increasingly drawn and bruised over the course of the film.
Building on the strength of last year’s stellar White Buffalo, the songs of Dark Night of the Soul are as equally impressive as anything the 47-year-old Mathus has delivered before, if not more so.
In Simple Dreams Grammy Award wining Linda Ronstadt takes readers on a ride through the landscape of America's '60s and '70s music.
With its reliance on minimal beats to build up its sound, the album is less something destined for the dance floor than something you can appreciate on the hi-fi in your living room.
Nadler's first album for new label Sacred Bones is also her best. July is an assured, confident artistic statement from someone who we'll be talking about for years to come.
Overall, the effect of the album is mostly jarring. Gusty, but jarring. It is music that moves me more to fascination than appreciation.