Allow me to re-re-introduce myself…
And now: the headline acts.
Back once again!
Everything else this year was terrible, but at least the music was fucking fantastic.
Weddings, musicals, cabins, and male entertainers.
Toys for Bob’s hyper-faithful revival is simultaneously the best and worst Crash Bandicoot game in two decades. Which of those two is entirely dependent on how you play it.
Buses, light shows, snails, and satire.
An almost-unwatchable disaster turns 20.
Mogul Mowgli is a hypnotic, complicated, and often bold film only held back from true greatness by an abrupt resolution.
Neil Cicierega’s latest madness is a lovely reminder of a bygone age… of, like, six years ago.