The biggest movie of the summer isn't Man of Steel, or The Lone Ranger, or Fast & Furious 6. It's a new documentary called How to Make Money Selling Drugs, and it exposes the hypocrisy, insanity, and destructiveness of America's drug war. Now, when I say "biggest," I'm not talking about budget size or box office receipts -- I'm talking impact and importance. Of course, the problem with saying a movie is "important" is that it can leave the impression that it isn't entertaining. That's certainly not the case with this film. But the reason the film truly feels like a blockbuster is that you can't leave the theater without being shocked and outraged by what you've seen. Even if you go in feeling like you're well-versed in the insanity of the drug war, you'll walk out stunned -- by the cowardice and hypocrisy of our elected leaders, and by the staggering consequences in lives and money.
It's not just that Gandolfini was transfixing as Tony Soprano -- he was transfixing in so many ways.
Miley Cyrus, you may take heat for your adventurous new video that boldly celebrates the joys of being young, female and sexy. But ignore the dissers -- "We Can't Stop" is an anthem you deserve to be proud of!
As Kanye's latest album, Yeezus, invades our eardrums, it's a good time to reflect on his many, many head-scratching quotes. Yet buried under the rapper's bravado and considerable megalomania are genuine bits of career wisdom.
I'm proud to represent an area of Long Island that has been the location for many famous movies and TV shows. Shamefully, it's also now the location for a show whose characters are disgraceful, misleading, and fuel anti-Semitic stereotypes: Princesses: Long Island.
With no disrespect to her peeps and homies, and based on a decades-long knowledge of people like Uncle Sidney and Uncle George, this writer can't imagine how a nice Jewish boy could aspire to a life of danger and tights.
For anyone born in the last quarter century who wondered whether Paul McCartney's allotted two-and-a-half-hour set would be "too much" for the 70-year-old Beatle was justly put to shame Friday night.
For too long we've exclusively emphasized punishment for non-violent offenders over treatment and rehabilitation. The current system is unbalanced, unsustainable, and unnecessarily cruel. It's time to legalize or at the very least, decriminalize all drugs.
Take it as a sign of the changing times that a secular movie is being embraced as a teaching opportunity for Christians, not ignored or condemned as it might have been in the past as a threat to godly values from an evil Hollywood.
Every year, Savion Glover comes to the Joyce and stages a three-week celebration of dance. As a casual fan of dance and musical theater and entertainment in general, it's a dazzling evening of pure pleasure.
It was California Proposition 8 that pushed us to make -- perhaps angered us to make -- The Out List in the first place. It airs on HBO, June 27th, the 44th anniversary of the Stonewall riots.
My biggest problem with Man of Steel is one that has kept me from liking Superman my whole life -- that a superhero with godlike powers and unimpeachable morals is very difficult to relate to or empathize with.
As two queer female filmmakers, we were interested in doing a series of interviews with queer women in the TV world. Over the next month we will be chatting with amazing women who have penned and directed your favorite shows. We decided to start with writer/director Jamie Babbit.
We make a mistake when we brand the National as broody or emotional and dark. It's distinctly music of the New Sincerity, the artistic movement of our time.
If I've learned anything from my experience shooting our show, it is that I much prefer the retouched facsimile to the unvarnished original. I could never do their job in real life; tight-rope walking on a razor's edge of endless moral ambiguity.
This past weekend, The White House hosted Pixar's filmmakers for a Father's Day screening of Monster's University. The White House movie theater has been the cinema-in-chief to Presidents for the last 70 years. If those walls could talk.
Two new films comment on issues of youth, identity and a mythological Los Angeles, where hopes and dreams are sorted, destroyed, or sometimes ironically realized by those who are infamous, photogenic, and troubled.
The Los Angeles Film Fest is in full-swing this week, turning the little corner of L.A. Live around the Regal Cinemas into a mini-Sundance -- albeit without the snow.
There is no political correctness in my rant. Just facts. Without diversity, there is no hip-hop, even if you choose to call it that. Hip-hop is not a reality TV show. Hip-hop is not a pair of pants sagging. Hip-hop has founders, innovation, and purpose.
In week 4, the dreams of eleven boys who are pretty came true in Atlantic City. That's right, readers. Our favorite reality show traveled to the birthplace of the Miss America pageant.
Like the majority of our generation, knowing that we feed into our own misery by engaging in the grown-up high school cafeteria known as Twitter and emptying our increasingly scant bank-accounts on a smorgasbord of Apple products, this man has an uncanny comfort with being a complete and total hypocrite, a quality that my mom, admirably if aberrantly, does not possess. So yes, Kanye West is perhaps morally reprehensible. But he is also the most perfectly polished mirror we have.
Lydia is planning a salsa party because she likes to "party and have fun" and believes that, as the self-appointed "Friend Whisperer," she can bring cast outcast Alexis to the event and unite everyone under the auspices of Latin rhythms and booze.