Three different miniseries. Three different networks. Three varyingly successful takes on the European underworld. One naked Tom Hiddleston.
Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling are comedy gold but The Nice Guys can’t overcome a sloppy script.
What’s the point of nostalgia? I’m not asking why we put so much stock into it, but why it exists. When we feel nostalgic about something, are we just reminiscing about the time in our lives we encountered it, or are we appreciating a uniquely great thing we wish could have more of?
The best episode of the season (so far) includes family reunions, new alliances, and the dopest Burning Man festival in Essos.
Riding a killer soundtrack and endearing teenage performances, Sing Street makes a joyous capper to John Carney’s thematic trilogy.
Benioff & Weiss decide now is the time to stomp on the brakes.
Hello and welcome to the most pointless thing I’ve ever done. I can’t wait to get started.
This week: Mel does not throw away her shot.
On The Americans, forget glanders. Knowledge is a disease.
Getting caught up in the zeitgeist is so effortless, those artists that fall just outside of it can get easily washed up on the beach as part of a rogue swell.