Should audiences be clamouring for a more reasonable approaching to salarying TV stars?
If video killed the radio star, TV stars sure are making a killing today. Perhaps in keeping with the new gilded age in the US, television stars are making more than ever before, and a roundup of some of the highest-paid stars in television might make you pale, and could certainly make you question your beliefs when it comes to the promotion of the arts in the United States. You also might be surprised by which stars the industry seems to think merit the most financial attention.
This is the older, wiser, more tired and sad Doctor they have been building up to over recent years, played by an actor with the gravitas and experience to pull it off.
With the revelation of Peter Capaldi as the new Doctor, I was deeply skeptical, and a bit dismayed: Yet again, the series had gone with a white man, refusing to buck a long tradition in which white actors occupy a quintessential and iconic role — just this once, it would have been bloody nice to see them branching out a bit. I was also not a fan of his age, his looks, and his record; I confess to unabashed bias against him compounded by my irritation with the producers for once again going white.
Ultimately, this is a lovely book – intelligent, gentle, engrossing, enlightening.
“Someone hums a muted tune, a lullaby from another planet. Then the line goes dead.”
Insofar as this year’s Booker longlist has a theme or themes (other than “Life! What does it all MEAN!” which every longlist ever always canvasses), it might be said to be something around the relationship between art and life. Or, perhaps, bearing in mind the plots of We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, The Wake and The Dog, I should broaden that to be “the relationship between what we can represent and what makes us human”. While I haven’t finished Howard Jacobson’s J yet, that wouldn’t be an inaccurate precis of it either at this early juncture. The Blazing World is, of course, front and centre about visual art (and the performance of gender), while reliable leaks have Ali Smith’s book, How to be Both, traversing similar territory.
“The Rover” isn’t just another revenge flick; it’s more like a chilling foray into the darkness of Cormac McCarthy and beyond
Director David Michôd’s dystopian Western “The Rover” is a Spartan, intimate affair played out over vast distances in the Australian outback. Set ten years after a global economic collapse the world’s great unwashed have scurried Down Under like rats from a prison ship to work in the mines. This new gold rush like so many others in history only seems to help hasten mankind’s moral decline into murderous barbarism.
“This movie could star a bag of rice and it would still make a zillion dollars. There’s literally no reason a diverse, woman-friendly action movie doesn’t get made four times a year.”
It’s hard for us, in these enlightened days of 2023, to remember how dark the future once looked for the state of stupid action movies. Even as late as 2014, those of us who enjoyed our movies loud, stupid, and full of explosions (also spaceships; spaceships were always good) were faced with a depressingly homogenous slate of options.
One wouldn’t think that baking — such a sweet, friendly, lovely activity — would be so cutthroat, but you’d be wrong.
The BBC’s Great British Bake-Off is back for another season, much to the delight of those of us who have an odd fascination for food-based reality TV competitions. One wouldn’t think that baking — such a sweet, friendly, lovely activity — would be so cutthroat, but you’d be wrong, especially when it’s airing on the BBC, where the combination of British restraint and reality-show greed clashes absolutely beautifully. The judges aren’t afraid to get ugly, and the same goes for many of the contestants, who are focused on the big prize and aren’t afraid to knock each other aside to get there.
What we really remember are the moments when Robin Williams’ career collided with our own lives.
When someone so iconic, so imprinted on the DNA of our popular culture and personal memories like Robin Williams dies we automatically think that the professional obituary writers remember every movie, every stand-up show and every television appearance in precise detail. When it comes to movie stars, rock idols and novelists they are blessed by god with the omnipotent power to pluck out the most obscure gesture or throwaway line the deceased has ever uttered.
We’re mad about Max for so many reasons.
“My name is Max and my world is fire and blood.” Oh boy if that line doesn’t get the gasoline flowing into the old V8 engine and have you reaching for the American Football shoulder pads, crossbow and leather chaps, then nothing will. Just in case you hadn’t noticed the new trailer for “Mad Max: Fury Road” staring Tom Hardy was unleashed on an unsuspecting public a couple of weeks ago and they went nutzoid batshit for the 2 minutes and 44 seconds of motorized mayhem.
The first thing you have to understand about The 100 is that it is absolute trash television.
The CW’s The 100 has become bizarrely compelling for me in a way I totally didn’t expect. Every time a new science fiction show crops up on the horizon, I quiver with excitement, hoping that it will be the one, and then my joy fizzles out, leaving behind only the cracked remnants of my dreams. I’m fervently hoping that doesn’t happen in this case, and I think I might be case, for one simple reason: My expectations of The CW are not very high. (This is, after all, the network that runs Reign, one of my unabashed total cheeseball pleasures.)
NBC is once again venturing into musical territory with a production of Peter Pan, and the internet is abuzz over the casting of actress Allison Williams in the title role. She’s certainly got the skills for it, as demonstrated from [...]
NBC is once again venturing into musical territory with a production of Peter Pan, and the internet is abuzz over the casting of actress Allison Williams in the title role. She’s certainly got the skills for it, as demonstrated from her acting and singing on Girls, and she comes from a long-line of experienced television performers and broadcasters, but some aren’t convinced she’s a great choice. Suggestions of nepotism, Hollywood celebrity dynasties, and more have been flying around since the casting announcement (and one wonders if such criticisms would be dealt out to a man in a similar situation).
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