Locke your seatbelts: Hardy takes the wheel
Be nice to the drivers with whom you share the road, you don’t know the battles they’re fighting.
Be nice to the drivers with whom you share the road, you don’t know the battles they’re fighting.
Scarlett Johansson has had a very busy year, least of which from dealing with the OxFam and Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions hoopla we’ve covered so extensively.
Call it luxury or call it tragedy, but history writes that celebrities aren’t typically known for their moral upstanding, especially in the field of sexual (mis)conduct.
Discover the eternal meaning of the haggadah and enjoy a seder complete with hand-baked matzah, wine/grape juice and your favorite traditional meal at Chabad of Simi Valley.
Some chalk talk on the 86th annual Oscar tournament.
Some time ago, a friend of mine was having trouble with his longtime girlfriend. One day, while having some boneheaded conversation about the psychological implications of bullet trains or something equally inconsequential, he says, “Gotta run, she’s home. We fought again this morning.”
Imagine what a movie showcasing an ordinary, lukewarm existence might look like. One without mobs or crooked cops and the only color in the characters’ lives is the blue on their collar.
Describing exactly the way Blue is the Warmest Color affected me, as I’m sure it did millions of people, is a struggle, especially from a critical standpoint. It’s an intimate and subjective reflection of people, places and times, carrying the hours with tides of raw emotion rather than frequent chronological plot points.
Those who walked into the theater hoping to walk out with an enlightened appreciation of the significance surrounding these legendary writers and the Beat Movement they inspired were surprised, at best, to find a chick flick noir instead.