When we were a young assistant wearily digging through slush piles, these were exactly the kinds of submissions we would throw away halfway through the cover letter.
A London musical of 'The Harder They Come' makes us hope for a New York transfer.
At last, a prime-time television program bold enough to take twelve adorable canines and rank them in order of quality.
Yes, M. Night Shyamalan's new movie is bad — but was it really the calamitous disaster that his millions of non-fans were hoping for?
You’re no Streep, honey, and even she does Abba with a smile.
For your ticket price of £130, you get to watch pasty-faced dudes play video games on stage.
How will we explain the Care Bear Stare while holding an emaciated, not-so-stuffed animal?
You might think that the only thing campier than a pair of singing cowboys is a couple of gay opera-singing cowboys.
For those who only know Anish Kapoor (who's based in London anyway), here's a quick primer on the heavies of Indian art.
Cross-race casting has been one of Hollywood’s obvious taboos for decades now. No more.
Are you ready to pay a "download tax" to Time Warner just to get your episode of 'Cavemen'?
With big money backing the musical, will the departure of Kathleen Marshall make a difference?
This might be the summer when drinking finally stops being something you do alone at your kitchen table and starts being cool.
The genius of the 'War, Inc.' marketing strategy is not viral — it's good old-fashioned blurbs.
Why cast a white actress to play a woman who was black in real life? Also, why Mena Suvari?
Beadie in 'The Office'! Prez on Broadway! And Michael in Beverly Hills!
The flash-forward was one of those splashy TV moments, like Kimberly pulling off her wig in 'Melrose Place.' But it's paid off as more than just a gimmick.
How Shia LaBeouf's Walgreens arrest suggests he just might be able to carry the Indiana Jones franchise into the future.
Was this season's American Idol chosen by haters?
David Archuleta had no problem selling "In This Moment," in the way that Mickey Mantle would have no problem hitting a 22-mile-per-hour fastball.
On the other hand, if he's sick of playing Mr. Gravitas, maybe this isn't the best move.
Another remote control? Kill us now.
You can't appreciate how trippy Philip K. Dick's novels became until you read how square they once were.
The adorable fledgling netlet may be on the chopping block if ratings don't improve.