By this point, I’ve pontificated enough about my disdain for straightforward revivals.
By this point, I’ve pontificated enough about my disdain for straightforward revivals.
The Children Act makes for an imbalanced cinematic stew, with ingredients whose disparate flavors blend into an insipid cinematic concoction.
And we’re back, baby!
Even during Eminem’s recent musical slump — to which Kamikaze, his surprise new album dropped last week, is basically a fiery response — he’s retained his signature lyrical dominance, from the breakneck pace (and his manipulations of it) to the slippery-smooth rhymes.
And now for an addendum to my initial musings on Hot Ones, necessary because, after watching its standout new episodes, I think I finally discovered at least one more of its secret sauces that makes this unlikely shebang so dynamically explosive.
They don’t make ‘em like they used to.
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Little Rock, now playing at off-Broadway’s Sheen Center for Thought & Culture, ostensibly chronicles the trials and tribulations of the Little Rock Nine, the first nine black students to integrate, amid relentless resistance, at Arkansas’ Little Rock Central High School in 1957.
I grew up adamantly insisting on separating the art from the artist.
Of the myriad of high-profile projects Lin-Manuel Miranda’s spearheaded in the wake of Hamilton’s otherworldly success — including, most recently, a truly cringeworthy American Express commercial — one of the most consistent and prolific, yet unheralded, remains his Hamildrop series.