The track is a bustling pop-rock song bolstered by a clangy guitar riff and searing synth line.
São Paulo International Film Festival 2011: Twenty Years Later, The Songs, & Sleepless Night Stories
Eduardo Coutinho’s Twenty Years Later is a film about a film. Sort of.
If Pearl Jam Twenty suffers from straining to account for various points of view, then it excels as an account of personal idealism.
Hello and welcome to Film or Faux, a new podcast about aesthetics, forgeries, and failures.
We thought this was the best way to pay tribute to the video.
There are many questions posed in life.
Though Sonic turned 20 yesterday, the spiky-haired Sega mascot’s appeal has always come down to his enduring teenage spirit.
The most obvious Reagan-era reference here is Ken Russell’s 1984 sex thriller Crimes of Passion.
Compared to other mediums like film and television, video games are relatively young, and the industry is still trying to figure itself out.
It’s fitting that The Tree of Life finds Terrence Malick finally returning to the beginning, travelling back, back, back to the dawn of everything.
Relative to the other woodwinds, the saxophone is pretty damn cool.
She expressed herself with the baptismal “Born This Way,” but Lady Gaga saved her prayers—or something like them—for the urgent follow-up.
In support of January’s resplendent Kaputt, the eight-piece Destroyer landed in New York City’s Webster Hall on Sunday night.
Similarly on-trend via the increasingly prominent underground R&B movement, the Weeknd takes the genre to even rawer places.
“E.T.” finds the singer taking on the role of an extra-terrestrial goddess who changes outfits more often than Cher during her Vegas stage show.
A Lady Gaga video serves as far more than a simple visual interpretation of a song.
The Critics is an icily witty exercise in Windy City rancor.
William E. Jones discusses how this older feature film work fits in with his career as a visual artist.
Like so many movies that you don’t really need to see, it functions as a kind of notion in my head.
Palin’s denial of her own contribution to the current political discourse is dumbfounding.
Part of the reason I’m drunk on Black Sawn while still struggling to identify its taste has something to do with the film’s hallucination-filled narrative.