The first thing most people notice about a film is who is starring in it. We see the actors, invest our attention in them and virtually place them on pedestals above anything else.
The Weeknd returns like a leading alpha. With the release of his latest single “False Alarm” we are taken back to the disco-heaven beats of an old-school heartbreak and shown the insecurities of a man seeking validation from his newly developed self.
My roommates will be the first to tell you I’m not a morning person. I walk, or rather stumble, into the kitchen, grab a bowl of cereal and hibernate back in my room until the last possible minute before class, all the while hoping I don’t have to remember how to carry basic small talk until after I finish my painfully average cup of homebrewed coffee. Maybe it’s my addiction to coffee, hatred of mornings or unintelligibly fast-paced talking that led a friend of mine to tell me I remind her of Lorelai Gilmore, a lead character in the 2000 Warner Bros.
I think for most of us, when we think back to high school, a big thing we think about is our aesthetic sensibilities.
If you are craving a binge resonant to the film “Crazy, Stupid, Love” but without the originality, wit or charm, Netflix’s new series “Easy” is the show for you.
Once a month the High Noon Saloon hosts something so special, so spectacular and so clever that it makes you cringe. Puns are an acquired taste.
At this point, after going to three of their shows in the past five months, seeing Porches is a ritual: Brush your teeth, go to work, do laundry, go see Porches.
Last Saturday, teenagers waited anxiously as the doors of the Majestic Theatre were soon to open and feature the across-the-pond band The Wombats.
Oddball rapper Danny Brown has returned after three years with his new album Atrocity Exhibition.
It was a sunny, summer afternoon as I drove along rolling country roads back to my house. The radio was blasting alternative tunes from Milwaukee’s FM 102.1.
Instead of standing in a pit of my youthful peers, so close to the stage that I could feel lead singer Will Toledo’s drips of perspiration, I marched up to the Majestic’s balcony and sat in what I usually refer to as the Designated Dad Area.
There’s always excitement when a local band you grew up loving starts to pick up steam on the national level.
I consider myself far more of a film lover than a film critic. Whether a film is being announced or premiering in theaters, I genuinely want it to do well, because if there’s anything that I learned from watching, studying and evaluating movies, it’s that filmmakers put an incredible amount of effort and planning into their works.
Kehlani brings back the assurance of self-love and pride with release of her new music video “CRZY.” The video is directed by Benny Boom and features a catchy beat and eye-popping visuals to match.
‘Tis the season for Shondaland’s hit shows to return. “Grey’s Anatomy” and “How to Get Away with Murder” began new seasons Sept.22, and it’s finally beginning to feel like fall.
Australian artist-to-watch Julia Jacklin is a fresh voice in the music industry—so fresh that she has yet to release her first album.
Last fall, I took the semester off due to increasingly serious depression.
The 1980s were something of a golden age for film. “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” “The Princess Bride” and “The Breakfast Club” are only a small sliver of cinematic brilliance that came out of the decade.
Sia has a way of making herself the canvas that lives in multiple frames. She’s become what the music industry has lost since the emergence of digital media, an artist who is willing to sacrifice the glam of fame for the appreciation of the art.
Just shy of 200 Madisonians huddled into the The Frequency Sunday night to soak up the singer-songwriter stylings of Margaret Glaspy, accompanied by the Midwest trio Bad Bad Hats.
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