“The Beach Bum,” a movie written and directed by Harmony Korine, is about exactly what one might expect from the title, and absolutely nothing more.
Few images have been burned into the American consciousness like the young robbers’ violent demise in Arthur Penn’s “Bonnie and Clyde.” Bullets punch through the car into Bonnie and catch Clyde in an agonizing slow-motion free-fall, a haunting, iconic scene that looms over John Lee Hancock’s new Netflix drama, “The Highwaymen.” It’s about the Texas Rangers who riddled Bonnie and Clyde with bullets, and Hancock’s film never leaves the shadow of Penn’s 1967 take on the story.
Two years after Billie Eilish catapulted onto the indie-alternative scene with her EP “dont smile at me,” the 17-year-old artist released her magnum opus of a debut album: “WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?” Eilish explores the positives and negatives of adolescence, love and pain, all with a mix of somber vocals and sharp, electrical beats.
One question plagues the audience throughout “The Dirt”: At what point in the movie is the audience supposed to accept sweet and baby-faced Douglas Booth as the hard-rocking, heroin-shooting, Jack-Daniels-bottle-smashing Nikki Sixx?
It has been said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, which could explain the tendency to worship the comebacks of artists who have been off the radar for years.
The strongest character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) has finally been introduced in the 21st film of the franchise, and her first outing has left a lasting impact.
After Oakland-based punk-rock group SWMRS signed with New York City–based record label Fueled By Ramen and released its record label debut and overall third LP, “Drive North,” the band has returned to the punk scene with its follow-up, “Berkeley’s On Fire.”
The band itself initially got attention because of its drummer, Joey Armstrong — Green Day frontman Billie Joe Armstrong’s son — but “Berkeley’s On Fire” combines eccentric tracks that blend together a multitude of punk, alt-rock and surf-rock elements, giving the band a separate, personal identity.
A rich landscape of beautiful, rolling hills is quickly followed by the silhouette of a man in his window — then a heart-stopping bang leads to peaceful silence.