mostly just me saying a version of “bombs in Vietnam explode at home” in different ways without the whole brevity thing
like the Beatles doc, one of the best examples of a movie about a band in a long time, mostly because the bar is so low for the genre, also because the clothes, everyone in the band is goofy, charismatic and/or funny, plus the director is savvy enough to know he doesn’t need a overarching thesis as long he gets out of the way enough to let us just ogle at the band or watch them play the hits, not to mention zero music critics, and also the best version of it would be 8 hours
Fuck the jazz police. You’d think this might follow in the spirit of the other Bill Simmons joint, Woodstock 99, that clutched its pearls at nu metal, warning that if we continue to platform the Fred Dursts of the world, it will be at our own peril. But nope, Listening to Kenny G finds a way to unpack the potential insidiousness of smooth jazz while also not losing sleep over it.
At one point NY Times music critic Ben Ratliff poses the…
At this point if bio-pics are just going to be glorified adaptions of Wikipedia pages, then why not include the links? Were there any justice, the Oscars would create a “best adapted Wikipedia page” award especially reserved for cash-in bio-pics like this. Look, if you want to see something worthy of respect, and somehow didn’t get all the awards, and almost zero noms, check out Amazing Grace on Hulu, shit is a religious experience, also her mid 80s record Who’s Zoomin Who doesn’t get enough love either, sounds better than ever
harkens back to an era where they’d let slip maybe one Edge of Tomorrow a year if you were lucky, but that was an eternity ago, back when there were five studios not two. I plead with you, go see your friends, your family, take an evening stroll, fix that record player, study for the LSATs, watch Sam Richardson in literally anything else (and hell why not start with "Scrooge Encounters A Cyborg From Christmas In 3050," a much better and way shorter…