Tag: Genna Rivieccio
Maybe Van Gogh Was Crazy, Maybe Arles Was Hella Boring: At Eternity’s Gate
There is a certain romantic notion to fleeing from society. It is one that artists (of the more literal variety, mind you–none of this graphic [Read More…]
Mercury Poisoning: Bohemian Rhapsody Infers the Insidiousness of Freddie’s Personal Life on the Band
“You know how you’ve gone really rotten? Fruit flies. When they start feasting upon you. Well, don’t worry, there soon won’t be anything left to [Read More…]
“This Isn’t Vanity, This Is Art”: Suspiria
At the end of Luca Guadagnino’s interpretation of the Dario Argento classic giallo, Suspiria, an audience member balks, “That was so bad.” It would seem [Read More…]
The Pharma-Trial Friends That Jump In and Out of Each Other’s Minds Together Bump and Grind Together: Maniac
“Your defense mechanisms are fungible. You’ve been accepted.” With that, Owen Milgrim (Jonah Hill) embarks upon a pharmaceutical trial that aims to cut the middle [Read More…]
Mother’s Day Bizarrely Foreshadowed The American Comfortableness With Racism in the 2016 Election
In an unfortunate testament to the idea that the older you get as an artist, the more out of touch your work becomes, Garry Marshall [Read More…]
Homecoming: If Gob Bluth Ran A Veterans’ Center Contingent Upon Forget-Me-Nows
As Julia Roberts’ first foray into television after a thirty-one year career, it was significant to everyone involved to pull out all the stops in [Read More…]
No Need to Proceed With Caution: Mariah Still Kills It On Latest Album
After the extremely bipolar in title and content Me. I Am Mariah…The Elusive Chanteuse four years ago, it’s nice to see Mariah Carey coming back with a [Read More…]
An Amalgam of Experiences Creates An Amalgam of Sounds: Matangi/Maya/M.I.A.
“I’m glad he doesn’t own a petrol station, you know? I’m glad he’s not a doctor.” So says a young M.I.A., rattling off potential stereotypes [Read More…]
Of All the Gay Icons to Release a Genderless Kids’ Clothing Line, Céline Dion Makes Both the Most & Least Sense
Célinununu. No, it is not the grotesque epithet some Upper East Side mother has for her lycée-attending child, but the name of Céline Dion’s new genderless clothing [Read More…]
The Eerie Notion of Listening to Miley Cyrus’ “Malibu” While the Woolsey Fire Rages
The smug obsession Californians have with the precious beauty of their state, the endless reserves of pride and superiority they have over “aesthetic greatness” has [Read More…]
