Troubadours cedes to the real villain of any lazy story set in this period: cocaine.
The third phase in Natalie Portman’s four-part assault on American theaters, it feels like the prestige cog in this set.
Tristen’s Charlatans at the Garden Gate flies in the face of convention.
The Dirtbombs is a garage band with one foot outside the garage.
Content is a relatively strong product from a group clearly devoted to making music on their own terms.
No Strings Attached is a desperate movie, scrambling to patch its by-the-numbers story with hastily tacked-on bona fides.
It stretches beyond its handsome Hitchcockian pedigree to a world of blowzy Shakespearian intrigue.
Dye It Blonde is drained of the fuzzy promise that defined the band’s debut.
It’s clear that Eisenstein is interested not only the power of unity, but the way in which such united clusters move.
Red Barked Tree is as quietly diverse as 2008’s Object 47.
An album like Best Night of My Life has a tall task in proving, against every indication, that it’s not entirely pointless.
If I Want to Whistle, I Whistle is a distressing portrayal of how basically good people can be affected by adverse circumstances.
This is a glorified laser light show, which feels half-assed despite its booming complexity.
Aiming for a refined style of catharsis, John Cameron Mitchell’s Rabbit Hole is the kind of tragedy that requires a human sacrifice.
Reggie is billed as a concept album, but this proves another diversion for an artist running out of ways to market himself.
It’s not hard to spot the allure in filming stories like The Garden of Eden, big messy works that exceeded even the grasps of their authors.
No Mercy is full of moments where suspect lyrical passages coast by under smooth surfaces.
The DeAndre Way is another reminder of the infinite possibilities for self-aggrandizement.
Only One Flo seems insistent on reminding us how dispensable Flo Rida actually is.
The album is a whirling dervish less concerned with differing permutations of sexiness than getting violently up in your face.