Dear Generation X, First of all, on behalf of baby-boomers everywhere, allow me to apologize. You were forced to come of age in the 1980s, the Reag...
My husband doesn't look like Zac Efron. But he looks like Prince Charming to me. And he does the dishes. And brings me a cup of tea every night.
Visit any gay blog or website, and the most popular posts always seem to focus on two things: sex and divas. Believe me honey I get it: High web traffic drives high ad dollars.
In an absurd effort to compare apples and oranges, I present a series of film reviews where two films that have nothing to do with each other go head-...
In a film that was surprisingly relevant to the millennial conundrum of embracing adulthood vs. desperately clinging to youth, there was one major f...
Neighbors may not be a particularly well-thought-out film (huge third-act problems). But it has some of the biggest sustained laughs of the summer.
Zac Efron, Christopher Mintz-Plasse & Dave Franco came by the Samsung Blogger Lounge to discuss their new film, "Neighbors," also starring Seth ...
Though Seeley is best known for his musical contributions to the High School Musical franchise, his five tips aren't for teenagers -- they're for men who want to make the moment count.
A new paper deals a substantial blow to the idea that masculine men make good genetic sires. Of course, the genes that confer masculinity on both sons and daughters might have other positive effects, including but not limited to improved immunity. That remains to be assessed.
Why is it society wants to read all about (and sympathize with) their favorite young starlet struggling to clean up their act, while there is rarely a helping hand for their co-worker who has lost their way?
Fifty years after the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Parkland still has the power to hit you like a fast-moving bus.
Over the years, I've developed what I refer to as the 20-minute rule. It basically says that a movie that hasn't hooked me in the first 20 minutes probably isn't going to.
It's puzzling why an African American director would choose this unsettling project in the first place; his fans will be perplexed. All that went right in his previous film has gone awry in this sour, bitter-tasting mint julep.
The Paperboy shoots for greatness (a serious meditation on Southern race relations and sexuality in the 1960s) instead of fully embracing what it should be: a campy cinematic cesspool in which talented actors are ritually degraded in lurid scenes.
Lee Daniels's The Paperboy is a movie that frankly skirts by purely on the good will of its actors. The story is pretty much a wash, even if its mundane nature wins points for probable realism.
Lee Daniels' touch is all over this movie, which is as sensational as it is nonsensical, with its overheated blend of sex, race and murder.