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Amidst the craziness and protests of the Raleigh, N.C. premiere of the Tucker Max-penned I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, recess’ Charlie McSpadden had the chance to exchange a few words with the blogger, author and general offender of common decency. But in the calmer aftermath, McSpadden spoke to Max about his new movie, his alma mater and persona, fratty Duke bro to former Duke bro.
As another simmering summer day ends on North Carolina State’s campus, commotion broils around the Witherspoon Student center. A line of students—some swinging lanyards around their fingers, others high-fiving and reenacting stories from the night before—stroll past dozens of reporters and a gauntlet of anti-rape protesters to join the line for the evening’s entertainment: Tucker Max, the self-proclaimed womanizer and asshole and Duke Law graduate, and a screening of his new film I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. The protesters silently pass out flyers, smiling as they let their posters speak for themselves: Stop Supporting Rape Culture, Real Men Respect Women and This Is Not Entertainment.
A group of nine unique, handcrafted ragdolls equipped with bizarre mechanical parts are the last stand for humanity in a post-machine takeover world. Well, it looks like hallucinogenic drugs are still around.
A group of nine unique, handcrafted ragdolls equipped with bizarre mechanical parts are the last stand for humanity in a post-machine takeover world. Well, it looks like hallucinogenic drugs are still around.
In a surprising move earlier this week, The Walt Disney Company bought Marvel Entertainment for approximately $4 billion, overtaking the comic book giant and ballooning their family of characters. This takeover injects the girl-centric Disney cast with a serious amount of testosterone, muscle and superpowers.
People dying is a fact of life. People cleaning up after people dying is also a fact of life. That's where Rose and Norah Lorkowski come in.
Each year of the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival, a filmmaker curates a themed series. This year, Steve James, Academy Award-winning director of Hoop Dreams, is curating "This Sporting Life," a series of both sports-related documentary and feature films from the past five decades.
We at recess were hyped and ready. Like screaming teenage girls in line for the opening of Twilight, we could hardly hold in our excitement. It was to be the biggest, most epic rap head-to-head release ever: Rick Ross vs. Jim Jones.
Monsters, aliens and Seth Rogen's voice-what else do you need? Apparently a lot more, if Dreamwork's Monsters vs. Aliens is any indication.
Peter Klaven never learned the art of "bro-ing out."
Simon Shaheen performed his first American concert to a tiny crowd of 30 people at New York City's Alternative Museum in 1980. Nearly three decades later, he was approached by Washington, D.C.'s Kennedy Center for Performing Arts to put together his own ensemble honoring Arabic music for the center's month-long "Arabesque" festival celebrating Arab culture.
The ideology of Memphis native Project Pat's seventh studio album, Real Recognize Real, can be summed up quickly: money, strip clubs, guns and weed.
No one likes the Oscars or any awards show really-but people hate the Oscars especially. Film Editor Andrew Hibbard and critic Charlie McSpadden tackle their disdain via GChat.
Put simply, I've Loved You So Long is a flawless film,
Though it sounds like a bubbly story about a girl-and-dog duo taking on the world, do not be fooled. Wendy and Lucy, Kelly Reichardt's powerful, minimalist new film, is not your happy dog-walk in the park.
Gabriela Montero would have one hell of a college essay.
You know those songs that you love, but are slightly embarrassed by how absurd and obnoxious they are? The tracks that have a catchy tune, but whose lyrics make you vomit a little in your mouth? Of course you do.
Has marriage ever been so depressing?
James Bond is pissed. Bond has just lost Vesper Lynd, his deceased love who brutally betrayed him, and the wounds have barely begun to heal.
88 Minutes confirms many stereotypes often associated with Hollywood. Killer threatening via phone call? Check. Signing a bankable star to play the same role, but in a lesser script? Check. Rainy Seattle as a backdrop? Check.
