Mitchell has a perfectly good explanation for the $12,000 in cash he has stashed in that cigar box.
Wait, is she really as good as Lucille Freaking Ball?
Plus, a 1994 profile of Farber the artist.
German critics are rolling up their sleeves to hate on the biggest German-language movie of the year.
'I suspect that there will be gasps during the end credits.' Wha?
'Sometimes I think I am living in a nightmare.'
The 'New Yorker' critic comments on our claims that his army will soon take over New York.
But what will James Wood do with his power???
And Ebert seems to give Disney a thumbs-down.
We still don't want to see 'Space Chimps,' but we do want to see Neil Genzlinger write more movie reviews!
The annual junket might be useless, but it provides the Washington 'Post''s sharpest critic with a big, fat target.
A first-time novelist gets a Donna Tartt comparison, but Knopf publicists are likely slapping their foreheads nonetheless.
We assumed critics would take to 'The Fly' like flies to ... you know. We were wrong.
Plus: Movie critics matter, Harvey's 1996 phone call, and James Lipton.
Finally, Manohla Dargis finds a summer movie to love! Well, not hate so much.
Could bad buzz somehow be affecting 'The Happening''s Metascore beyond the laws of mathematics?
It was a busy week, apparently, for whichever intern is in charge of hatchet-sharpening duties at the 'Times Book Review.'
It is according to Jezebel, and to a whole lot of the site's commenters.
Last night's Cannes premiere of Steven Soderbergh's four-hour biopic of Che Guevara seems to have been something of a fiasco.
Don't miss Verdi's deathless aria, "O, Shakespeare, cacasenno, vi daro dei calci nei vostri antichi."
Ben Brantley declares Ben Daniels the star of 'Les Liaisons Dangereuses,' much to our surprise.
For years, the producers at Rockstar Games have told anyone in earshot that they don't just want cash: They want respect. And now they're getting it.
"There is a new kind of suspense in the air. It involves Mr. Burroughs’s literary future."
Charting today's ups and downs in the battle for the Greatest Pop-Culture Weekend of All Time.
The 'Times Book Review' includes a highly questionable quotation purported to be from Heath Ledger. Vulture calls B.S.