Rachel McAdams shill. Aaron Sorkin apologist. Notorious thing enjoyer. He/him.
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R.E.M.—aka my absolute favorite band of all time, ever—just released a 25th-anniversary deluxe remastered edition of 1994’s excellent Monster. The reissue has given me a much deeper appreciation of a record I’d always underrated—not exactly an easy listen, to be sure, but it’s still some of their best and most strangely beautiful work. In that spirit, I figured I’d finally give this overlooked nugget from the Monster-adjacent era (a major contender for the band’s…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
“I’ve got so much brass up my ass, I could be playing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner.’”
For better or for worse, Michael Bay is the most American filmmaker in cinema history. His movies are the audiovisual equivalent of shotgunning a six-pack of Mountain Dew while stockpiling guns atop the Washington Monument. And like America itself, they’re rife with contradictions: Two Black cops disrupt a KKK rally only to eventually find themselves forced to enlist the help of a jailed Klansman. The…
“I got a job at my local college as a safe-space lifeguard. I jump in when the kids are drowning in their own bullshit.”
Yeah, I really don’t know what I was expecting from this. Too lazy to even get mad at—like your uncle on Facebook if he occasionally used cosmopolitan/Ivy League buzzwords. Just sad, mostly. From now on I’ll be sticking to Dennis’s early work harder than Raisa Gorbachev to her evening Absolut, eh cha-cha?