So long as the karmic tip jar clouds our perceptions, the insane injustice of an underpaid labor force reimbursed through only the guilty feelings of their coworkers will persist.
To put it most unkindly, trap music is adult contemporary for the prosumer age.
At least Verbinski tries to bring intelligent, politically-savvy revisionist westerns back into style.
The Oscar ceremony has finally acquired an ideal twenty-first century host in the smirking, tap-dancing, bland-faced Seth MacFarlane.
The reaction to a new film about sex workers tells us more about liberal reviewers than the workers themselves.
Zero Dark Thirty is a film that didn’t need to be made — it strives for realism, but ends up rehashing Bush-era tropes about the ‘war on terror.’
There’s a reason designers describe their field in abstract terms.
Why socialist realism loses out to avant-garde aesthetics.
After every long day at the office I go home to face my addiction: watching other people work. Whether I’m gritting my teeth as elderly miners crawl through a tunnel to chip out coal, or cracking up as drag queens scurry to complete missions assigned by RuPaul (catch-phrase: “You better work!”), there’s nothing I’d rather do after a two-hour commute than watch reality television.
The problem for reality TV is that real life is too dull to make compelling TV, but compelling TV is obviously contrived.