Daily Arts rounds-up their thoughts on who should (and who will) win it big at the Academy Awards this year.
I fucking love watching other people’s food. Other people making it, other people eating it, Gordon Ramsay throwing it across the kitchen — whatever I’m watching, I’m here for it.
Gucci found its political voice.
I am not hopeless; I am hopeful.
Vanessa Carlton refuses to slow down.
Larraín’s film meditates on the methods by which history is made, by which men and women of flesh and blood become figures of paper and ink.
There was a type of refreshing freedom and adolescence that came with it.
It’s weird. It’s creepy. And, by God, is it long.