The role of a critic is, at its essence, an occupation for someone who loves culture and, more importantly, loves talking about culture.
Anyone who has frequented Shooters in the past couple months is probably no stranger to “2 On."
Ride Out is a likable and jovial album that functions as a fitting swan song for Seger.
Love, in Qawwali music, is the “primary means of expressing God.”
Hozier is a melancholy that reminds us of all of we have to be happy about.
The Skeleton Twins has great moments, but only makes for a good film.
The North Carolina Museum of Art is currently hosting “Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know,” a weekly film series dedicated to highlighting seminal movies in the film noir genre.
We are undoubtedly living in the Age of the Superhero. Let’s go back in time and see how we got here.
Imagine if “Walk the Line” had been called “Tow the Squiggle,” featured bad music barely reminiscent of Johnny Cash’s, and that the cast had walked away with Razzies instead of Oscars. Now you have...
DC has slowly edged its way back onto the map through a different route: the small screen.
If My Feet Have Lost the Ground invokes puppetry to elaborately portray the complexities of the human experience.
Urinetown tackles questions of the condition of society through both laugh-out-loud comedy and subtler, ironic commentary.
Now, a whole new monster seems to be on the rise: The Prequel.