There have been approximately a quadrillion articles devoted to the Fab Five of Michigan – interviews, reviews, praises, critiques, “should haves,” complaints, and memoirs – so I would rather devote my time to a cause I find far more interesting: Chris Webber’s case for inclusion in The Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame.
North America is gripped by a meth epidemic. The quality of the drug has skyrocketed and the cost has dropped, meaning that more and more people are getting their hands on stronger and stronger stuff. That’s a bad combination.
This documentary, narrated by Val Kilmer, looks at how the drug has affected so many Americans in so many places, skipping from Wyoming to New Mexico to a city I’ve spent quite a bit of time in, Portland.
Much like the NBA, the Grammys have a complicated relationship with hip-hop. Decisions like Young MC’s “Bust a Move” winning over Public Enemy’s “Fight the Power” have led many to believe that those who vote on the Grammys have no clue about real hip-hop.
I’m almost always thinking about money in one form or another.
Welcome back to the latest edition of Flashback Friday Flop, a weekly feature in which I examine a hip-hop album from years ago that was considered a flop, either critically or commercially or both, when it was released and see if it has gotten better – or worse – over time.
Hip-Hop was experiencing another golden age in the mid-1990s. Classic albums were coming from all over the map. The south had Scarface, UGK, Goodie Mob, and Outkast. The west had Death Row, Ras Kass, and DJ Quik. And in New York, there was The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z, Nas, Wu-Tang Clan, and Mobb Deep.
Excluding the Theodore Boone series for children and a few Kindle singles, John Grisham has released thirty-six books — thirty-four novels, one collection of short stories and one work of non-fiction. Since I have loved his work (to varying degrees) for years — flaws and all — I decided to rank them.
Deadpool is a monster hit. It has shattered records and proven that an R-rated superhero film can not only work, but be a massive success. In everything I’ve read and heard, it keeps getting repeated that Deadpool is a Marvel film.
And that’s true…but it’s also false.
Huh?
Heimo Korth lives alone among 19 million acres of Alaskan wilderness.
“This was a murdered movie.“
So begins Roger Ebert’s home video review of Once Upon a Time in America, the final film from legendary director Sergio Leone.
I had originally written an 800 word rant about Valentine’s Day that transitioned into a minor thinkpiece on weddings and marriage that was supposed to go here, but when I read it a second time, it was so preachy and defensive and just plain awful. I couldn’t delete it fast enough.
The Passion of Christopher Pierznik 