After all this time, the moody bastard still makes it hard to love him.
Articles by Kelly McClure
“Nowadays, independent doesn’t mean small anymore.”
A look at some of the best work by one of modern Hollywood’s great character actors.
Abbi and Ilana wag four, big middle fingers to President Scrote’n’Tote.
Smoking bones and peeing on his audience. Or, just another day for the shocking goth legend.
David Lynch and Mark Frost’s weird world keeps spinning over two eccentric albums.
Shit is fucked, and Amos reminds us that it’s okay to feel and do something about that.
There’s no difference between politics and horror right now, and that’s truly the stuff of nightmares.
“What year is it?”
David Lynch and Mark Frost have given us the strangest and most beautiful summer ever.
“I am the FBI.”
“I’ve been loving you too long to stop now…”