X-Men: Apocalypse is a confused, bloated, mess of a film.
Alex Chilton, Box Tops to Big Star.
(Photo: Memphis Commercial Appeal. Undated.)
Sitting in the back of a car Music so loud, can't tell a thing Thinkin' 'bout what to say And I can't find the lines
Know I love you a lot I just don't know, should I or not Waiting for a brighter day And I can't find the way
I'll go on and on with you Like to fall and lie with you I'd love you too
Baby, I'm too afraid I just don't know if it's OK Trying to get away From everything
Why don't you take me home It's gone too far inside this car I know I'll feel a whole lot more When I get alone ...
Above:Paul Westerberg and Alex Chilton in a New Jersey bar in 1987.
Separating the artist from the art isn't as easy as it sounds.
This message came to me from a reader named Peter Svensland. He and a fr...
Part two of Jana Monji's essay about the portrayal of Asian characters in cinema.
Reviews from Cannes of Cristian Mungiu's "Graduation" and Nicolas Winding Refn's "The Neon Demon."