Jake Gyllenhaal is really creepy. He inhabits Nightcrawler's Lou Bloom, spouting moronic self-help platitudes and shopworn organizational nostrums like a broken pipe gushing effluent into the stream of our culture.
When you're in a live truck for your entire shift, you learn to use what you've got to get the job done. It doesn't matter what it is.
It's hard to write something significant, and harder still to find the performer who can then make those ideas uniquely his own. Jake Gyllenhaal gives the performance of his career, and that's saying a lot in the overhyped world of Hollywood, but it is nonetheless true.
Michael J. Burg whispers his wisdom conspiratorially to me across our luxurious table at the Russian Tea Room.
why is television news so terrible? So unwatchable? It is largely because it is visual boring. Uninspiring. Deadly. But it does not have to be anything like that.
This column was written after a summer spent traveling the country and watching random morning news shows. The writer vows never to do that again.
I don't mean to brag, but I do so many things. Things that are relevant. And important. And valuable. And invisible.
AMC premiered its newest series, Halt and Catch Fire, three weeks ago tonight, in the void that was left by the season finale of the jewel in the AMC ...
For the first time in my life, I can confidently say that most news is not making us smarter -- it is making us dumber.
So I feel like stay-at-home moms have been keeping a big secret. I would almost call it a conspiracy. Why didn't anyone tell me it would be this hard?
I spoke with Parks & Rec's Jim O'Heir, who plays Terry, or Jerry -- no, Terry -- I can't keep up. Anyway, we chatted about the season finale, spoilers coming up next season, and what Chris Pratt looks like naked (I asked for pics, still waiting for them).
The thing about septic workplaces is that, like a particularly bad cult, they take over your mind, they destroy your confidence, and thus they have the power to inflict life-long damage on your career, and by extension, your personal life.
Comedian Billy Crystal was apparently born funny. Baby boy Crystal's naked body was barely out of his mother's womb on Sunday, March 17, 1948 when the little guy noticed things weren't going to go his way.
I usually look upon the media's shameless sensationalism with a sort of bemused indifference. But I don't think I've ever been quite as disgusted as I am now, while I watch these news channels and publications turn the likely death of some 280 people into a Tom Clancy novel.
Here's why I hate the convention: The stand-up has zero journalistic value. It wastes time. It wastes precious reportorial resource. It turns the world into a mere backdrop for entertainment. It's a fake.