Tiffany Haddish is on hand for The Oath, a politically charged Thanksgiving comedy that’s also Ike Barinholtz’s directorial debut. The trailer’s worryingly free of laughs, but maybe they’re just saving all the good stuff for the film?
Look, there’s plenty of stupid garbage nonsense Donald Trump spews everyday that has nothing to do with pop culture, which is why we don’t comment on it. But when the man who increasingly resembles a puffier and more cartoonish version of Anger from Pixar’s Inside Out weighs in on a classic, that’s our turf.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Prince fucking hated the idea of letting his music be streamed online. The reason was simple: money. “I don’t see why I should give my new music to iTunes or anyone else,” he said. “They won’t pay me an advance for it and then they get angry when they can’t get it.”
Listen good, pal, because we’ve gotta get this news right the first time around, y’hear? You know what Nic Cage’ll do to us otherwise? Beat our teeth out, then kick us in the stomach for mumbling. And I can afford a blemish on my character, but not on my clothes, so let’s get down to it.
Julian is starting to reveal the depths of his learned confusion and its consequences. Whatever strange mysticism he’s been taught about life and death, we now know why he could both murder two people in cold blood and simultaneously be absolutely horrified as it happens: “It wasn’t supposed to hurt.”
[The following discusses plot points from the finale of Westworld season two.]
Here’s what’s happening in the world of television for Wednesday, August 15. All times are Eastern.
Gasper Noé doesn’t have much use for subtlety. The European arthouse provocateur (Enter The Void, Irreversible) is a stylist of the unabashedly gonzo, shooting for the sun while accepting that he may simply reach the moon. Each of his films has been ambitiously decadent in one form or another, and with his latest, Noé…
Note: This interview contains big plot points from tonight’s episode (season four, episode two) of Better Call Saul.
You may have seen every single Marvel film that’s been released so far on the big screen, but what if you could pay money to see them all again...on an even bigger screen? You know, after you’ve also rewatched them a bunch of times now on Blu-ray or airings on FX or whatever. Are you still in?
We’ve all had a lot of fun this past week dunking on the Oscars’ new “Best Popular Film” category, a.k.a. the “Okay you unwashed heathens, here’s a prize for your big shiny moron movies” award. But according to one Academy board member, there’s a different motive for it—and it’s Harvey Weinstein’s fault.
He’s been a dimwitted camp counselor, a dimwitted millionaire, a dimwitted sports reporter, a dimwitted surf instructor, a dimwitted drug lord, and a searingly honest portrayal of working-class ennui and frustration as a sensitive small-town fisherman. Oh, and also a guy who can communicate with ants.
Stop! Rumor time: If you’ve been paying attention to the ongoing uproar over director James Gunn being fired from Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 3 thanks to a right-wing hit job over a series of old, offensive tweets, then you know it looked unlikely he’d get his job back. Well, today comes the odd news that...maybe he…