Monthly Archives: September 2017

I wear my diamonds on skid row: the best of Lana del Rey

Say this for Elizabeth Woolridge Grant — she has a hell of a talent for the memorable title. “Beautiful People Beautiful Problems”? “Fucked My Way Up to the Top”? “Diet Mountain Dew”? My favorite: “Music to Watch Boys To.” But … Continue reading

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In ‘Brad’s Status,’ dudes aren’t left off the hook without a fight

At first glance, Ben Stiller and Mike White collaborating on a project is the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact of middle aged male angst. Brad’s Status, it’s true, doesn’t dispel its fog of melancholy. But writer-director White’s film about the head of a … Continue reading

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There is no love anymore: the best of the Buzzcocks

What a well-named band. With songs that cut like saws and a sexual ambiguity that occasionally tumesced into statements banned by the BBC for explicitness, the Buzzcocks were the horniest of the punk bands. From “Orgasm Addict” to “Why Can’t … Continue reading

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Singles 9/22

A disappointing week marked by middling singles by some of my favorite acts. Click on links for full reviews. Hyuna – Babe (7) Camila Cabello ft. Young Thug – Havana (6) Jazmine Sullivan x Bryson Tiller – Insecure (6) Stormzy … Continue reading

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On the NFL

It’s not as if I need fresh reasons to loathe professional sports. To claim that there are politics-free spaces is to tacitly admit that you’re a privileged guy. If I kiss a boyfriend in a Starbucks, I worry about an … Continue reading

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The best of Paul Verhoeven

A prankster whose skill at manipulating a number of tones in mainstream films, Paul Verhoeven is only getting started if last year’s Elle was any indicator. In a spectacular example of missing the point, Siskel and Ebert dismissed Showgirls for … Continue reading

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The best of Stanley Kubrick

Meticulous craftsmanship, a talent for emitting an ink fog of mystery, disinterest in romantic comedy—Stanley Kubrick attracts male cinephiles, all right (I suppose I can see the same characteristics in David Cronenberg, my introduction to Serious Cinema). I won’t use … Continue reading

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The sordidness of Graham-Cassidy

To quote All About Eve‘s Karen Richards, this beats the record for running, jumping, and standing gall: The Medicaid delay would potentially apply to Alaska, Wyoming, South Dakota, North Dakota and Montana, based on their low-density populations. Those states would … Continue reading

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He looked right through me, yeah: the best of Heart

Stars of a lucrative horror story during the eighties, Ann and Nancy Wilson recorded some of the crunchiest rock of the late seventies, belting persuasive anthems of post-teenage lust to an audience of guys unaccustomed to being objects. What made … Continue reading

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Tough guys: Rostam and Kip Moore

Rostam – Half-Light As Vampire Weekend’s former keyboardist, guitarist, and producer, Rostam Batmanglij was its most essential member, meshing with singer Ezra Koenig in a partnership responsible for thin, sumptuous, string- and harmony-based arrangements that roamed far afield. His second … Continue reading

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The best of Spike Lee

Spike Lee presents me with a conventional obstacle: his most characteristic films often contain his most regrettable material, while on first glance the hack work like Inside Man doesn’t honor him. But the first decade’s work remains astonishing. If anything, … Continue reading

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The best of the Coen brothers

Nine’s a good number, and notice that five of the finalists the Coens released in the last decade, during which their mordancy and fetish for concision meshed with their sharpening tragicomic sense. For a time Barton Fink, the first one … Continue reading

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