Is there some sort of a deep political hypothesis nibbling on a carrot and overseeing the action in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? I mean, the film's plot concerns a nefarious developer, Judge Doom (Christopher Lloyd), who wants to dismantle Los Angeles's electrified streetcar system and replace it with a freeway-centric suburban wasteland, and in so doing appropriate and pave over a charismatic minority neighborhood, Toontown. And could it be that the kind of meta-cinematic crossovers—from Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny going skydiving together to Donald and Daffy Duck on dueling pianos—that make this movie so entertaining and weird and such a product of the 1980s are also a utopian-type metaphor for the overcoming of the hostilities and rivalries and the competitiveness of the free market? Or am I going too far with this?

This much, at least, we know: Who Framed Roger Rabbit belongs to that category of slick and ironic and star-studded Hollywood film that takes as its subject Hollywood and moviemaking and life in Los Angeles, like A Star Is Born or Sunset Boulevard or Singin' in the Rain, like Barton Fink or Boogie Nights or The Player. Which is to say, it's self-conscious by default, and is always reminding you either blatantly or slightly less blatantly of other movies or shows or cartoons that you've seen. And yet, for me at least, the film manages to be its own thing, to be more than just a noirish, postmodern Super Friends/Justice League for anthropomorphic animal cartoon characters.

Sigur Rós takes on a more aggressive—or to quote our own Kevin Liedel in his review of the album, "more acute"—posture on their seventh effort, Kveikur, their first since becoming a threesome following the departure of Kjartan Sveinsson last year. The band will perform five songs from the album tomorrow, June 19th, at 2:50 EST during "Kveikur Live 360," a special "360-degree interactive webcast" from Dresden, Germany. Fans will reportedly be able to watch the one-off show from 360 different angles of their choosing at the band's official website.

Making love in the movies.

Taliban signal readiness to begin peace negotiations.

For the Los Angeles Review of Books, Rebecca Morgan Frank on poets speaking with movies.

Richard Brody chimes in on vulgar auteurism.

Mike D'Angelo's latest scenic route leads him toward Michael Mann's Heat.

Though writer-director Sebastiàn Silva's Crystal Fairy chronicles a Chilean desert road trip punctuated by psychoactive drug use and discursive digression, the film is not Fear and Loathing in the Atacama. Instead, it's a clear-eyed look at the fragility of tentative friendships and a clash of personalities, cultures, and desires. It's also wincingly funny: Michael Cera's Jamie, channeling a bit of Odelay-era Beck, sets the tone with deflecting braggadocio about reading The Doors of Perception and "really getting into phenomenology" while failing to cook late-night rice for bored transvestite prostitutes. His obsession to head north with his Chilean compatriots (played by Silva's three brothers) and to ingest mescaline from San Pedro cacti, a prospect built up to mythic proportions in his head, drives the film. However, the plan gets complicated when he ends up inviting another American, the uninhibited "free spirit" Crystal Fairy (Gaby Hoffman), along for the trip.

Mathangi "Maya" Arulpragasam has been lying relatively low since she flipped the bird at 114 million people during the Super Bowl halftime show last year. Matangi, her first album since signing with Jay-Z's Roc Nation management, has been delayed several times, but it looks like M.I.A. is finally ready to "Bring the Noize." Following 2010's divisive Maya and last year's "Bad Girls," which many heralded as a "return to form," M.I.A. claims her new material is an amalgam of all of her previous releases, coining it "Paul Simon on acid." The minimalist "Bring the Noize" certainly lives up to that description, though it's less "Paper Planes" or "Bad Girls" than "Bird Flu." M.I.A.'s delivery is quick but surprisingly not very forceful (the final bridge is downright Janet-grade) and the beats stutter and ping like BB bullets hitting sheet metal. M.I.A. shared a clip of the forthcoming music video on Vine over the weekend.

After a slight detour into Eurotrash for 2011's Femme Fatale and faux-English accents on will.i.am's "Scream & Shout," Britney Spears returns to her roots on the Dr. Luke-produced "Ooh La La," from one of the most hotly anticipated sequels of the year, The Smurfs 2. Another infuriatingly catchy trifle from the superstar pop tart, the "Smurftastic" (her words) single juxtaposes a hard, stomping beat and a brief, quasi-rapped b-section with a sugary, wafer-thin hook backed by acoustic guitars. The lyrics are, of course, completely nonsensical ("Baby come with me and be my ooh la la"), but they'll no doubt be burned into your brain by the end of the summer. The soundtrack, which also features "I'm Too Smurfy" by Right Said Fred, is out July 23rd.

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Iranian president-elect Hassan Rouhani pledges path of moderation.

Vadim Rizov interviews Tobias Lindholm on A Hijacking.

Björk dazzles with rare U.S. performance and very unusual outfit at Bonnaroo.

The president's approval rating falls.

Continuing to show a late-career hunger for genre experimentation, Martin Scorsese follows his highly-decorated 3D fantasy Hugo with The Wolf of Wall Street, a brash, rise-and-fall stock-market satire that seems to boast more comedy than the filmmaker's typical hard-hitting drama. Marking Scorsese's fifth collaboration with leading man Leonardo DiCaprio (who, with this and The Great Gatsby, is officially cinema's devil-may-care party-thrower of 2013), the new film is based on the memoir of Jordan Belfort, an infamous money launderer whose Wall Street wheeling and dealings also inspired 2000's Boiler Room. Hard, fast, and just about out of control, this debut trailer suggests Scorsese is on an energetic high, nervy and playful and ready to unleash something topical and evocative (what, no Michael Douglas cameo?). Opening November 15, The Wolf of Wall Street co-stars Kyle Chandler, Jean Dujardin, Jon Favreau, Rob Reiner, Pan Am head-turner Margot Robbie, and also Jonah Hill and Matthew McConnaughey. Oscar watchers should probably add the latter two gents to their Supporting Actor shortlists, and the film is poised to contend in other categories too. Get a load of Marty and Leo's latest after the jump.

Photographer Chris Jorgensen has set up shot at Bonnaroo, a four-day, multi-stage music and arts festival held on a 700-acre farm in Manchester, Tennessee. Each day we'll be posting some of his up-close-and-personal shots of the bands, the fans, and the press events. And check out Bonnaroo's live social webcast schedule here.

Photographer Chris Jorgensen has set up shot at Bonnaroo, a four-day, multi-stage music and arts festival held on a 700-acre farm in Manchester, Tennessee. Each day we'll be posting some of his up-close-and-personal shots of the bands, the fans, and the press events. And check out Bonnaroo's live social webcast schedule here.