This time around, we’ve got three shits and just as many covers:
This time around, we’ve got three shits and just as many covers:
Try to follow me on this one:
Live theatre, by its very nature, is a practical art form.
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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