I don’t want to overstate the case for our new decade’s first breakout star, but I can’t help hearing 2010’s pop music in terms of the Gaga Effect.
The standout track from Nicki Minaj’s debut, Pink Friday, is a duel for the ages.
Not a damaged wail and not a burst of joy either. It’s the wizened sound of acceptance.
The Fresh & Onlys’s new album, Play It Strange, provides a trip back to the early 1980s.
“Doncamatic” is a far cry from Plastic Beach’s grandiose kitchen-sink arrangements.
Beefing about snubs has become an annual sport, but committee deserves credit for filling the slate with a range of intriguing, less buzzed about films.
I think the only thing it validates is itself, and the decision to give the Brat Pack the celluloid equivalent of a Reykjavik summit.
This year’s series offers up a comparably varied and geographically far flung group of pictures.
Auteurist artistry and genre craftsmanship remain vital filmmaking avenues throughout the decade.
That something vital to pop discourse might be lost if full-length albums disappear should give pause as we dive headfirst into the 21st century’s gangly, awkward teenage years.
The decade that began with the commercial single seemingly gasping its last dying breath ended with it being the dominating format.
And now, a retelling of a recent conversation between two teenage girls and an older, wiser relative who gets owned.
No one needs to tell you the sea change in the realm of music videos and how we all consume them in the 21st century.
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact source, but the music landscape of 2009 is perhaps best characterized by its slipperiness.
The year delivered a cinematic bounty for those intrepid enough to venture outside their staid megaplex comfort zones.
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It once again brings something like the best—or at least most talked about—Cannes offerings across the pond for their American premiere.
Every year, New Directors/New Films showcases the latest works from directors more or less new to the cine-block.
Duffy’s got a solid shot at all three of the categories she’s nominated in.
At this point on the chronometer of pop culture, better to just come clean.