Before hip-hop died: best of the best in rnb

It’s one of the inevitabilities of music criticism that eventually, someone somewhere declares a formerly beloved genre dead. The movement usually goes something like: underground from first crossover, critically acclaimed innovation, further underground/crossover moments then a final “imperial phase” and then holding pattern as accepted – but not terribly exciting – part of the mainstream’s musical vernacular.

Counter-accusations fly forth from defenders, new evidence for the genre’s liveliness flourished, and so on. Defenders may point out that, like Denholm on British sitcom “The IT Crowd” declaring war on STRESS, the critical declaration may itself be something of an attempt to cause the very thing it is lamented – the death of the genre. Much like Michael Jackson in his final years or The Rolling Stones any time after 1980, living past your prime is just embarrassing. Continue reading

“A Prophet”: is it too early to call Film of the Year?

Sometimes movie gets it so right you want grab the screen by its imaginary collars and drag it passionately toward you. For a fleeting, transitory moment, the film is yours and yours alone; it’s coming home with you and everyone else you pass on the way is seething with jealousy. “Too bad. This one is mine,” you smirk rubbing, their noses in it. “You can have it when I’m finished.” Continue reading