The "debris of living" line points out something that bugs me in a lot of recent movies: the homes of the characters don't look lived-in. I feel like in a lot of movies made between the 60's and the mid-90's, that wasn't really a problem - think of all of the Spielberg suburban homes. But somewhere along the line,…

Her backyard country session things and earlier pop work suggested to me that she could really have a good career as a pop/country singer in the Carrie Underwood/Miranda Lambert/Dixie Chicks vein. I don't blame her for going the weirdo pop route, but I hope it's just a phase, because it comes off more as a desperate…

I hope this is more like the first half of The Fault in Our Stars (nice, unforced chemistry between the leads, realistic characters, a refreshingly casual approach to impending death) than the last half of The Fault In Our Stars (endless, interminable scenes of cancer kids crying while the filmmakers attach suction…

For a period of about five months a couple years ago, I would occasionally get a "would you like ads throughout the show, or a 5 minute ad at the top and then no ads during the show?" option from Hulu, and would of course choose the latter every time. But there was no consistency to when they would offer it, and then…

Even the day-after drama, where 99 percent of people over 25 learn about what happened at the VMAs, seemed sort of exhausted this year.

Let's just issue a blanket ban against vilifying anyone who's not a politician for anything they tweeted more than two years ago. I mean, shit, does no one go back into their old social media posts and cringe when they read what they thought was good enough to share with the world? Is anyone the same person they were…

I was 16 in 2004. Brandon Flowers pushed me out of the closet. This album was the soundtrack to dozens of parties, school events and late-night cruises through the suburbs. Mr. Brightside was MAXIMUM TEEN ANGST MY LIFE IS PAIN fuel for all those unrequited crushes on boys who make me say "THAT'S Sandy Frink?" when I…

I went to a Toro Y Moi concert in Lawrence, KS a couple years back, and I'm pretty sure that if there was ever going to be a point of peak hipster in America, it was reached in that venue with that audience. It wasn't even that bad when I saw Neutral Milk Hotel in the same town earlier this year.

I think Zac Efron could carry a movie and be a good, maybe great actor (I like the guy, in case that wasn't obvious). His problem is that he's in that weird nebulous in-between where he's too old to do the Disney-esque movies that made him famous, and too young and babyfaced to do the Serious Adult Actor Roles that…

And Dump Season is officially under way!

"(This movie) will appeal to people who fail to care if nothing good happens in a movie, just as long as nothing bad happens in it."

Although the episodes get quite a bit of comments and some good debate, I'm surprised the AV Club isn't more into RuPaul's Drag Race, since your average episode is about 60 percent puns.

I was going to say his hair looks like he saw a photo of Basquiat, said "That's the look for me," and no one in his life told him hey, maybe don't do that?

Or bizarre, if you're a fan of spelling.

It's a very, very bad movie, but it's not a boring one. I will never not laugh thinking of Mark Wahlberg running at full speed and breathlessly saying "Here it comes!" followed by a smash cut to some grass blowing in the wind.

I interned at an LGBT weekly paper in Chicago the summer after my junior year. I was out having some beers with some of my fellow reporters, and this topic came up. The two things that stood out were:

I thought "Britney's New Look" was a surprisingly somber episode. Sure, it had the absurdity of someone walking around with their head blown off, and the back half was a straight ripoff of The Lottery, but the overall tone was sincere depression and anger towards our culture.

A blockbuster movie that was heavily planned and thought out and scripted years before it was greenlit or cast or a release date was set? What a concept!

Since we're still in peak Taylor Swift, I'm kinda shocked that this didn't somehow tie in her voice memos on the 1989 deluxe edition, where she also gives us recordings of the songwriting process and background on where the songs came from.

This movie could also kick off an inventory of Good Movies With Terrible Titles.