Chocolate! Flowers! Little beady-eyed bears holding plush hearts! No, put down your sugarcoated wallets: these are no gifts for the culture connoisseur you so ardently adore. Instead, why not earn your kisses with something a little more creative, a little more interesting, and (probably) a little more useful? Here’s a selection of romantic and culturally relevant V-Day gifts for your plugged-in sweetie. You’re …Read More
Chris Rock has run out of fucks to give. His new movie, Top Five, debuted with a bang at the Toronto Film Festival, igniting a fierce bidding war for distribution — won by Paramount Pictures, which ponied up $12.5 million, more than twice the picture’s production budget. Reviews for the picture, which Rock wrote, directed, and starred in, were rhapsodic; they called it his Stardust Memories. And maybe it’s that position of confidence that’s prompted him, in a flurry of interviews and op-eds, to ravenously bite the hand that feeds him, calling out the movie industry for its intellectual hypocrisy and institutional racism. It’s rather thrilling to watch this razor-sharp celebrity call bullshit, consequences be damned; it’s also a reminder that even the most ostensibly liberal environments are a long way from sunny, “post-racial” America (as if we needed any more reminders of that this week/month/year/etc).
I walked out of the first movie in The Hunger Games series, directed by Pleasantville‘s Gary Ross, feeling surprisingly frustrated. In fact, I may have ranted to my friends that the film was “morally reprehensible” and “disturbing” and the only thing of value was Jennifer Lawrence’s endless soulfulness.
Another holiday weekend is upon us, with the Fourth of July luckily placed on a Friday for your three-day convenience. So you know what that means: lots of time on the couch, doing fuck all. But you know if you flip around on your overpriced cable box, you’re just gonna wind up on some Law & Order or Real Housewives marathon, and who’s got that many brain cells to kill? Instead, we point you in the direction of the best recent additions to Netflix’s streaming library — about 20 hours of great filmmaking to consume, which means you’re on your own for the other two days. (Click on the title link to watch them right now.)
Here’s the thing about premiering your directorial debut at the Cannes Film Festival: whatever happens there, it’s going to happen loudly. Such was the case Tuesday, when leading man and Tumblr fave Ryan Gosling unveiled Lost River to a chorus of boos from attendees and hisses from fleeing critics. Variety’s Scott Foundas dubbed it “a first-rate folie de grandeur,” while the London Telegraph’s Tim Robey called it “a film-maudit crapocalypse.” Grantland’s Wesley Morris was even harsher: “If a $200 haircut and $900 shades were given lots of money to defecate on Detroit, the result would be Ryan Gosling’s directing debut.” Warner Brothers, which bankrolled the picture, is reportedly trying to offload it to a smaller distributor. With this high-profile folly following a series of commercial disappointments, could this be the end of Gosling’s pop culture reign? And if it is — does he actually care?
If you’re dating or married, Valentine’s Day can be a high-stress holiday: figuring out what to get your partner, how much is trying too hard, how much isn’t trying enough, where to go, what to do, what not to do, and whether this really is the right night to bring up that previously unmentioned lovechild. But if you’re, shall we say, between partners, February 14 is a miserable day indeed, an interminable blizzard of flowers and candy and bullshit. Who needs it? So if you’d like to shy away from the syrupy romantic fare typical of Valentine’s Day movie-watching, fear not; here are a baker’s dozen anti-romantic movies for your weekend …Read More