GS: This weekend saw the conclusion to the Australian Open tennis tournament. The hype of the tournament Down Under might have gotten swept away by the Super Bowl hype and the fact that it takes takes place in the dead of night on our side of the Pacific. Regardless, you missed out on a pretty exciting tournament, and a rather shocking Cinderella story on the women’s side.
It takes some gall to announce that you’re giving a sports team $220 million the same day you announce future cuts for the University of Wisconsin System amounting to $300 million.
Over the past year, one of the newest and best rivalries in TV history began and is now officially heating up. As Netflix continues to produce original content, Amazon has thrown its hat into the ring and now has come up with its first bona fide hit, “Transparent,” which stars Jeffrey Tambor as a father struggling to tell his children about his desire to be a woman, is garnering ridiculous amounts of praise. Amazon versus Netflix is a rivalry that would have been inconceivable even three years ago. Then, most of the world didn’t even know “House of Cards” was going to be a thing, and Amazon was just somewhere you went to compare prices with whatever you wanted at Target. If you had told me then that both of these companies would be serious players in the TV market, I would probably have laughed at you and made a joke about whatever was funny three years ago (Snuggies? Sarah Palin? I have to be close).
They say numbers never lie, but sometimes they couldn’t be further from the truth.
The current value of American art to its curators is to be ranked and categorized for "Best of the Year" consideration, to find its way into a gallery or museum or to "go viral." We have made art a competition. This is not true, though it is permitted. The last time I saw my roommate from my freshman year, we discussed 2014's Games of the Year, a tradition we've reduced in scope since 2010. We came to concordance upon Blizzard's collectible card game "Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft," a game we've each played for countless hours. Rather than discuss its nuances or celebrate our other favorites, he proceeded to list off the year's releases and determined whether or not we had enjoyed each before we parted.
So as a film and history major, the issue of “historically accurate” films has been on my mind lately, what with “American Sniper,” “Selma,” “Foxcatcher” and “The Imitation Game” all being largely talked about movies. But it winds up being just part of a larger conversation I’ve had a few times recently, so to talk about this issue I’m going to talk about something else.
You can blame it on Brandon Bostick for botching the onside kick. Or A.J. Hawk for misreading the fake field goal. Or Ha Ha Clinton-Dix for not knocking down the two-point conversion. Or Aaron Rodgers for missing multiple throws. Or...
Say this for Bret Bielema: When he bolted from Wisconsin, it at least made a lick of sense. “Bert” was apparently unhappy with how much he was allowed to pay his assistants (which is fair, considering NC State pays its assistants more than Wisconsin) and had seen coaching staff after coaching staff lose key football minds to more aggressive schools. The sparkle and money of the SEC shone bright, so Bielema made a career move that was at the very least lateral and was understandable when you consider what the SEC was at the time: the only way to win a national championship.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the BBC’s post-World War I crime drama “Peaky Blinders.” Two weeks ago, the second season was released onto networks mere weeks after its original BBC run, and I’m going to write about it again.
As we embark on the final weekend of the college football season, many debates seem to have been put to rest. But maybe, just maybe, 2007 will come and knock down the house of cards on the College Football Playoff committee’s table and they’ll be left to put together the pieces Sunday.
I’ll admit it, I was wrong about Tanner McEvoy being the right starting quarterback for the Wisconsin Badgers. Yes, shockingly I am not infallible.
Before I begin my column, I’d like to start by thanking you all for reading. For the past two years, I have been lucky enough to fill your mind with my thoughts and rants on any number of musical topics from jam bands to jam bands and then some more jam bands, with a little bit of everything else thrown in.
There’s a need inside all of us to witness happy endings. It is perhaps the most human and honest part of who we are that revels in the victory of the good guy. It is also why we’re always left feeling bereft after witnessing a grand happy ending at the end of a story, be it in film or literature, because however happy that ending may have been it is an ending nevertheless. We never see what follows and therein lies the true problem.
In the history of most hated genres, while some people hate hip-hop and others hate country music, there is one genre that stands above them all as a genre nearly universally hated: disco. I’m here to tell you why disco doesn’t suck and is actually in everything you listen to today.