Luc Besson’s Arthur and the Invisibles clears the smog left behind by the year’s dubious family entertainments.
In a recent column, Andrea Peyser likened Madonna’s recent adoption of an African AIDS orphan to taking home a souvenir.
To enjoy the first half of Madonna’s show, without reservation, is to condone the singer’s propensity for self-congratulation.
The emails were mostly informative and insightful, sometimes infuriating and self-important, but almost always funny as shit…at least to us.
Aside from “Hung Up” and “Sorry,” the insanely catchy second single, this isn’t the mindlessly fun dance album we were promised.
Romanek’s best work poses a serious challenge to others working in his field: Are you gonna go my way?
Enter the Mother of Reinvention. Madonna would probably prefer Mother of Evolution, or even Revolution.
Cunningham’s fans won’t be disappointed by this compilation disc.
Madonna’s Like a Prayer found the singer coming of age with a collection of deeply felt pop confections.
“Vital Pop” is a list of 50 essential pop albums. Defining the word “pop” was a task in and of itself.
Terrible film, but you know the DVD is going to be good when the interactive menus all but have sex with you.
To celebrate American Life’s release, Slant Magazine has delved into Madonna’s catalog and reevaluated her key releases.
With four extremely varied #1 singles, Madonna’s third album was the supreme archetype for late ’80s and early ’90s pop music.
“Vogue,” given its homage to old Hollywood, is ultimately a more than fitting finale to a daringly nostalgic album.
The queen of pop never sounded as emotionally vulnerable or cerebrally plugged in as she does here.
Ray of Light is the sound of a queen, sitting on her throne, taking inventory of her icy, empty fortress.
How will James Bond now reconcile that he’s become a parody of a parody of a parody?
Curiously, submission suits Madonna well.
Cypress Hill’s Stash is a bit more impressive, with six incarnations of songs spanning eight years.
Rich people have money. Aside from that, they’re basically just like you and me, and nothing quite compares to watching them perform painfully ordinary tasks.