Even a band of misfits as willful as the Superstars was no match for the tranquilizing idyll of SoCal.
Beyoncé, Kelly, and Michelle manage to convey more love for each other than any of the subjects the rest of the album’s track list ever received.
Its heaven-on-Earth is revealed to be an intellectual safety-deposit box tucked away from a world ready to tear itself to shreds.
If the atmosphere of effort is the dividing line, True may be Solange’s most defining statement to date.
Gabriele Muccino’s film is knee deep in “don’t hate the player, hate the game” territory.
The film laid down a solid template for Josef Von Sternberg and Marlene Dietrich’s strange relationship.
Girl on Fire is less a portrait of womanhood at a crossroads as it is an extension of a career spent navigating straight down the middle of the road.
Unapologetic represents one of the most grotesque distortions of “blame the victim” syndrome in pop-music history.
So long as there are men in power who are still fuzzy on the definition of rape, Rosemary’s Baby will endure as a cautionary tale.
The waltzing heartbreak of the film serves as the gateway to Ophüls’s late-period string of masterpieces.
No one is up to Frank Langella’s pouting Skeletor in Masters of the Universe.
Rosie Grier let kids know that it’s all right to cry. E.T. gave kids, adults, and aliens no choice in the matter.
Category fraud didn’t begin with the Oscars. It began when the Razzies awarded Aileen Quinn worst supporting actress of 1982.
One can never be so well off that they should take for granted their own capacity to incite political change.
Olive Films offers the long cut with the Scottish accents intact, and in 1080p, it looks, well, it looks really, really depressing.
the film is no masterpiece, and established a framework for some of the hackiest filmmaking in horror history.
Whether her strategy is to sing-song her way beyond the abrasive edges or to conversely turn her voice into an even more abrasive element, Furtado makes it all work.
Battle Born is as non-committal as a swing state, and hearkens back to an era predating any of the band members’ being of voting age.
Whatever spurred Twilight Time to commit Steel Magnolias to a 3,000-disc run, the results look generally pretty good.
Whitney Houston’s death is just about the only thing that gives Sparkle any real, albeit unintentional, life.