A thriller set in Paris.
"That it’s a myth mimes never speak. They have plenty to say after a swift kick to the nuts."
Because five paintings were just stolen.
Who's scurrying to fire their publicists right now?
If you're a Radiohead fan that typically likes to see the most deserving person win in his or her respective Oscar category, then you were probably doubly disappointed by this morning's nominations.
The nominations are in!
Plus: Ryan Gosling as Jack Ryan?
Plus: Morrissey, delicate flower.
Was it the Giants game or the promise of “Chocolate Rain” that drew the crowd to Greenpoint’s Club Europa last night?
J.J. Abrams' Manhattan-based monster drama Cloverfield earned a colossal $41 million at the box office this weekend, giving it the largest-ever January opening and Paramount's tenth-biggest debut in the studio's history.
Inevitably, certain episodes of a narrative series exist only as bridges to better (we hope!) future installments.
Plus: Sean Penn and Diego Luna to make out.
Looking back on a week in which everyone failed to save Hollywood.
Anyone who uses these predictions in order to place a bet deserves what he gets.
One has to figure that photographer and conceptual artist Barbara Bloom, whose collection-themed survey opens today at the International Center of Photography, has a basement full of stamps, coins, and collectible spoons.
Miller indulged Vulture's superfandom in an interview this morning.
A new documentary shows the art provocateur at her worst.
Last night was Cloverfield's midnight release and Vulture was there!