So, “The Grand Budapest Hotel” came out and I saw it, but before we get to that I’d like to take a minute to frame the film with two masterpieces from last year.
The first half of the English Premier League season was riddled with constant questions from fans and media alike regarding Arsenal’s status as an elite title contender.
Fact: The NCAA tournament is trying to kill you.
Virtual reality isn’t a new fad in the gaming world. Since its earliest inception, there have been hilarious depictions in popular culture of kids entering some futuristic deathtrap masquerading as a VR machine. There has already been many failed examples of trying to immerse players in a virtual environment, such as the quasi-VR Nintendo Virtual Boy that doubled as a retina destroyer.
On Friday I was lucky enough to see Billy Joel for the second time. The last time I saw him, it was a part of his 12-night run at Madison Square Garden—which involved some really sketchy counting as to how it was a 12-night run, but that’s neither here nor there. The last time I saw him, I was 11, and whatever Billy Joel songs I had heard were force-fed to me by my parents.
Very rarely do you get a matchup that comes with ready-made narratives like Sunday’s Kentucky-Wichita State game.
A few weeks ago, I raved about HBO’s newest crime drama, “True Detective,” and warned you all about its irrevocable tendency to drive a previously sane person down a path of complete and utter madness—in the best way possible, of course. After deconstructing its myriad interconnected parts and scouring for what I believed—what we all believed at the time—to be “clues,” I settled on three predictions for how the season would culminate, one of which turned out to be true. Well, half true. Nevertheless, I consider myself victorious.
This past weekend, Wisconsin headed to the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minn., to compete in the inaugural Big Ten Hockey tournament.
Since it’s bracket week, you might be thinking about joining your dorm’s, workplace’s, or friend’s bracket pool. Here are some tips on how to approach this.
Last week, I looked at the first four World Cup groups, including the Brazilian hosts, one of the most dominant teams of all time—Spain—and a group with Italy, Uruguay and England that could go any way.
So the Oscars have come and gone once again, and I know this is late but, I mean, for the most part they just sort of happened? Ellen was charming, Jared Leto plugged his band is his acceptance speech and “12 Years a Slave,” thankfully, won Best Picture (I didn’t love it like I loved “Her” and “Inside Llewyn Davis,” but it was the right choice for a lot of reasons).
When Telltale Games released “The Walking Dead” back in 2012, it was mostly known as the studio that was keeping alive the oft-forgotten adventure game genre with some mildly successful licensed titles. They had just come off the maligned “Jurassic Park.” The limited number of people who knew about Telltale were those paying close attention to the industry. Flash forward two years and they’re producing four different licensed series with one of the most popular game franchises in the industry.
Wednesday marks a very tragic day in college basketball.
On Dec. 28 at 11:30 p.m., Phish played their final note of the night. By the time I got home at 12:15 a.m., the show was available for download.
Like any self-respecting college basketball fan I watched the North Carolina-Duke game Saturday night. I was impressed by Duke even though, full disclosure, Duke might be my least favorite team in sports. Jabari Parker and Rodney Hood both looked like All-American talents, the defense forced turnovers and bad decisions, and they outrebounded a much bigger and deeper UNC frontcourt.
The closer, for all intents and purposes, is a lot like a kicker in football. Come in at the last minute and, under immense pressure, either go out in a blaze of glory or fade into defeat.
It was the dead of night. I found myself cowering beneath a canopy of blankets in the center of a dark room, illuminated only by the flickers of a television set that served to feed my growing paranoia. I was alone; or was I?
A recent and unfortunate trend in college basketball right now is the on-court behavior by coaches.
Brilliance sometimes surfaces in physical forms. The power of imagination in some people is so vast and vital, it’s a living, breathing dragon. They’re not only able to weave a world around themselves but they also have the magic to breathe it out like a fire that never dies for the rest of us mere mortals. Theodor Seuss Geisel was one such mythical metaphor, and he actually existed.
The drums are starting to beat.
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