Because the blinders were on last year, a 2015 resolution to become more culturally aware: to read more books, watch more movies, and listen to more albums.
Punxsutawney gets the spotlight, but it’s Groundhog Day every day in Woodstock, Ill., where Groundhog Day was filmed, and where hundreds of fans gathered this year—and every year, year after year— to celebrate their favorite movie.
Ignore the critics: Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar is not only a serious, complex comment on space policy, it’s a heartbreaking, philosophical look at the value of time.
Only the truly trained can accurately describe how despair sounds without a noise filter. A sound technician finishes his horror movie script.
Photographer Catherine Leutenegger chronicles the decline of the Eastman Kodak Corporation and the city built by Big Yellow.
When celebrities are candid, they tend to go all out. Reddit’s “Ask Me Anything” interviews—edited for the seven deadly sins—provide an Idolatry of Self so big, it produces Zen koans.
The present-day lust for ruins is nothing new. In fact, it’s nearly as old as any ruins themselves. From a flattened Louvre to Percy Bysshe Shelley, a journey to the dawn of ruin porn.
When Roger Ebert died in 2013, America was deprived of one of its finest film critics. But reviewing his body of work shows we also lost one of our best writers on addiction.
Sometimes a love scene calls for [WHIMPERS], sometimes it needs [YELPS], but knowing which one to use makes all the difference. The secret life of a professional closed captioner.
After seeing Inside Llewyn Davis I just had one question: Where was that cat supposed to pee?
Every generation gets the fictional doomsday it desires. What we learned during our dystopian, end-of-the-world summer vacation at the movies.
A childhood ban on toy guns didn’t erase the specter of death from a neighborhood. But it changed how a group of friends interpreted mortality, for years to come.