HILLARY: Neil: It breaks my heart (but doesn’t totally surprise me) to hear that you’ve never seen or read Gone With the Wind. I’m gonna start by asking you a simple question: What do you know (or think you know) about Margaret Mitchell’s classic story? READ FULL STORY
There are a few absolutes in late-night talk show hosting: monologues, silly sketches, guest interviews, and having to keep audiences coming back after each one.
Future host James Corden had his chance to prove his skills on at least one of those when he appeared on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson.
Well, here we are, at the most wonderful time of the year: The Sing-Off is back, and you can never really know for how long, so cherish every minute, even when they all come on the same night. In its fifth season of dodging the eviction notice NBC keeps hiding in Shawn Stockman’s dressing room, The Sing-Off returned as a one-night, two-hour holiday special. And even at just two hours—half the length of a typical singing show’s weekly allotment—I stand by this being the
best happiest show on television.
Hyperbolic? Sure. But what is a cappella for, if not to be a little dramatic. And, of course, for the blazers. There were just So. Many. Blazers, each more beautiful than the next. Always leave them more, except when it comes to lapels: The Sing-Off story. READ FULL STORY
“You want answers?”
“I think I’m entitled!”
“You. Want. ANSWERS?!”
“I want the TRUTH!”
“You can’t handle the truth!”
—A Few Good Men
Since the first week of October, millions of listeners have tuned into a weekly podcast that reinvestigated the 1999 murder of a Baltimore high school student. Adnan Syed was convicted and sentenced to life in prison for strangling his ex-girlfriend, Hae Min Lee, but the Serial podcast, narrated by Sarah Koenig, has tantalized an obsessive audience with the possibility that an innocent man has been in prison for 15 years. If you haven’t become an obsessed listener, there’s a good chance you’ve been annoyed by an obsessed listener. READ FULL STORY
The first time I heard that The Sing-Off was going to be limited to a one-night special this year, I went through some pretty serious turmoil. All five stages of grief passed through in a matter of minutes: Denial that the entirety of season 5 could potentially only include one Nick Lachey jewel tone button-down; Anger that NBC was doing this to us; Bargaining that we might somehow lure Ben Folds back in a judge’s chair with a Warby Parker gift basket of sorts; Depression that Home Free would be unceremoniously replaced as the reigning champs in just two short hours; and finally, Acceptance that while we would only be getting six a cappella groups this year, it was possible they’d be the best groups yet. I mean, not better than Pentatonix, but like, probably really good.
But then, I bucked up. We’re still in for a grand ol’ time, I just know it . Because by this point, the best little singing show that could has made a holiday tradition of avoiding cancellation by any air schedule necessary, and if they can handle the frequent changes, then so can we. No, I don’t want to consider a world where Nick Lachey can’t exchange music puns with the now departed Ben Folds (so help me Patrick Stump, if you don’t know what an appoggiatura is…). No, I don’t understand how they’ll roll out multiple rounds of competition in two hours. But what is a cappella if not a stripping away of the musical fat? READ FULL STORY
Nintendinitis may sound like what a grandparent might call a Nintendo system when they have no idea what a Wii or 3DS is called. But Nintendinitis is actually a real name for a real trend of medical problems caused by the House of Mario. No, really.
While Marcel the Shell may have a tiny voice, the little snail has, as Conan calls it, “big lungs.” READ FULL STORY
There’s a moment in The Hobbit 3 that I’m going to spoil for you, because nothing else that happens in The Hobbit 3 really matters.
It’s a moment of crisis for Thorin Oakenshield. “Who is Thorin Oakenshield?” is something you might be asking, even if you’ve seen the first two Hobbit movies. It’s hard to keep track of names in these Hobbit movies, even though half the dialogue is just people saying names.
Which is strange. Because when Jackson and co-writers Philippa Boyens and Fran Walsh adapted The Lord of the Rings, they found a way to sharpen J.R.R. Tolkien’s dense prose into thrill-drunk poetry. One thinks of Tolkien in fussy terms. The Oxford don. The professor writing fantasy novels as a faux-linguistics delivery system. The oldest and most British of old British fellows, with a perpetual pipe, who always thought his translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight was more important than anything he ever wrote about rings and hobbits and wise wizened wizards.
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