It is on the small, fundamental building blocks of filmmaking that “First Reformed” thrives.
21 Colorful Crimson is a music collective composed of 21 Harvard freshmen who will open for Lil Yachty and Wale at Yardfest.
Despite aspects of its unmitigated success, some of the premiere’s smaller moments lack the nuanced craft that previous seasons consistently maintained. “The Americans” is on the cusp of getting stale.
“The Death of Stalin” is much like the leaders it depicts.
I do not want to reduce Shlesinger’s comedy to a series of moderately problematic asides. That would not be fair to Shlesinger, nor would it be fair to you, dear reader.
At least Bamford is humble enough to acknowledge how polarizing her comedy can be.
The following comments, compiled from Reddit, Facebook, and the comment section of The Harvard Crimson, are all in response to my two-star review of “DAMN.”
Yo Gotti’s “Rake It Up”—despite seemingly being a paean to lazily refusing to pick up your money in a strip club—is a representation of the American dream.
What is that feeling of witnessing brilliance?
The reader is not always right.
Perhaps this should not be framed as a single-year decline in the quality of dramatic television.
Cole is crafting a character in the crevices between the loosely held joke structure of his special.
That is, perhaps, the highest form of comedy: The kind of comedy that reminds us of what we can be.
To a listener with eyes, its music video asks the undeniably important question: Why don’t we take Swift seriously as an artist?
There is a certain audacious wonder in such an honest depiction of childhood and adolescence.