In my review of The Greatest Showman, I included this aside regarding Hugh Jackman:
In my review of The Greatest Showman, I included this aside regarding Hugh Jackman:
In response to my first formal Weed in Art piece, an anonymous commenter brought up the classic Reefer Madness, a borderline-propagandist short film from the 1930s that schools screened for students OVER DECADES, many of whose views were dictated by this now-hilariously over-the-top anti-drug PSA. Continue reading “Weed in Art 2018: An Insecure Defense”
This week, I review — in descending order of quality — Fetty Wap’s For My Fans, Fall Out Boy’s M A N I A, and SiR’s November:
Write All Nite‘s 2018 New Year’s resolution: evaluate how marijuana is depicted in movies and theatre. For instance, I’ll praise portrayals that view smoking weed as a cognitive stimulant, and I’ll lambast those that regurgitate tired tropes about stoners. Light one up, baby!
Continue reading “Weed in Art 2018: IN BETWEEN (Maysaloun Hamoud)”
This week, I review — in descending order of quality — BØRNS’ Blue Madonna, Maxo Kream’s Punken, Berner‘s The Big Pescado, Dave East’s P2, Lil Skies’ Life of a Dark Rose, Camila Cabello’s Camila, Stefflon Don’s Hurtin’ Me, HoodRich Pablo Juan’s Hood Rich, and Money Man’s Grow God:
In yesterday’s Drake-filled post, I promised to explain why I felt the need to qualify labeling his new two-song Scary Hours as an “EP.”
In the scary hours of Friday night — AKA after midnight, technically Saturday morning — Drake released his new “EP” (an explanation for those quotes coming at a later date) Scary Hours, which basically continues More Life’s brand of groove over two more songs.
Starting a review of the relentlessly fluffy The Greatest Showman with a topic as serious as authorial intent may be unexpected, but that’s kind of the point:
Hot take: Every production that plays on Broadway for an extended period of time should be REQUIRED to provide tickets to Tony Awards voters.
Sometimes fascinating failures inspire more thoughts to explore than straightforward successes. Such is the case for the SpongeBob SquarePants Broadway musical, a show that indirectly touches upon a wide range of subjects regarding the state of theatre (and other topics). In the coming days, I’ll excavate some of these ideas in a series dubbed The SpongeBob SquarePapers: