This is the tragic tale of a deeply flawed individual who became a casualty of his own excess.
The album captures a genuinely contemporary flair that the band hasn’t successfully embodied since the late 1970s.
In the end, the film feels like a sketch that’s been offered in place of a portrait.
This may represent Jagger’s most technically proficient and grittily emotive set of vocals this side of Exile on Main St.
Crosseyed Heart finds Richards leaning on genre exercises, some of which are more successful than others.
It has a better shot at reigniting Stefani’s solo career than its rather bland predecessor did.
This joyous doc leaves us wanting to immediately seek out the incredible, sometimes unfamiliar music we’ve just heard.
The most impacting thing True/False does every year is its True Life Fund.
On November 20, 1975, the Who began its U.S. tour at the Summit in Houston.
There’s no empathy in Haneke’s carefully composed frames, ruthlessly prolonged takes, and generally detached stance.
One, don’t fret—just listen. And two, make sure Muddy Waters is on stage.
Though Sonic turned 20 yesterday, the spiky-haired Sega mascot’s appeal has always come down to his enduring teenage spirit.
Relative to the other woodwinds, the saxophone is pretty damn cool.
These film will make you want to sort through the wreckage, the purposeful from the happy accidental.
Maybe that phenomenon is what inspires filmmakers to make concert documentaries in the first place: the challenge of simulating the feeling of being there.
The ensuing half-century has loaded the movie with enough cultural weight to nearly overwhelm the legendary performances therein.
Is it still rock and roll if there are more Secret Service agents than groupies milling around backstage?
David Chase knows that the sensuality of pop music and movies and the guilt of pretending to be a good Catholic boy are forever tangled up.
This is a pretty comprehensive overview Gondry's music video work, from 1987 to 2003.