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.
Good old Earth was nearly destroyed, almost extinguished, and threatened with slaughter every hour in cinemas this summer. And yet, here we are. Our film critics pinpoint the collapse of the apocalypse genre.
Reviewers of Chuck Klosterman’s I Wear The Black Hat: Grappling with Villains (Real and Imagined) all like to relate Klosterman’s theory of Star Wars. The theory...