Wolbrook is amazing here. Apparently Martin Scorsese was so obsessed by his performance that he actually ordered special shirt collars to match the ones that Lermontov wears.

Before the performance, she's encouraged to let her imagination take over, rather than worrying about what the audience will think. The images here are reflections of her emotions at the time.

I'm going to go on the record as saying that The Red Shoes is my favorite movie of all time, and my nominee for the best ever made.

And he's still dead.

Candy-colored clown they call the sandman.

I've always had a soft spot for the Mandarin version of "Anything Goes" at the beginning of Temple of Doom.

Someone at Warner Bros. really needs to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.

@avclub-1b1f9a3e639ecc53f335314fc9d8403b:disqus My dad says the same thing.

I've been lucky enough to see Bowie twice, once solo and once on his tour with Nine Inch Nails in 1995. The latter had one of my favorite moments at any concert: the segue between the two shows, which they handled as a medley of "Subterraneans" and "Scary Monsters"—with Trent Reznor on sax! I was recently thrilled to…

That was a great story, too. But this one just hit the perfect sweet spot of gossip, inside information, and genuine insight—it just keeps on giving for page after page.

This article is seriously the best thing I've seen in the Times all year. I read it this morning, then read it again with Ms. Information over breakfast—it's just that good.

Seconded.

It's shameful how the media continues to ignore the more serious issue of robot-on-robot violence.

The best thing about the ceremony will be watching Jean Dujardin try to pronounce "Quvenzhane Wallis."

I was recently startled to realize how few novels Asimov actually wrote, compared to his productivity elsewhere—only twenty-five or thirty, even counting his Lucky Starr juveniles, which isn't that prolific by the standards of most popular novelists. He was incredibly productive, but mostly on the nonfiction side, and…

I'll put in another good word for 808s, which rather unexpectedly has turned into the album I've played the most from the past decade. It's uneven, and it falls apart a little near the end, but it's fascinating, and its best tracks—"Heartless," "Paranoid," "Welcome to Heartbreak"—are some of my favorite recent pop…

I hope he's wearing a glowing hula hoop as a halo.

I hope he's wearing a glowing hula hoop as a halo.

And heeere come the pretzels!

And heeere come the pretzels!