The non-controversy over the disparity between the salaries of the titular stars totally misses the point.
A woman whose wife is dying in the hospital meditates on the meaning of life.
Christopher Puzin has five hawks patrolling the town's waterfront hotels, making sure pigeons and seagulls keep the fuck away.
A close look at the kitschy tourist attraction that reflects what LA is, and what it wishes it could be.
Cannes is essentially just self-congratulation wrapped in lies and other people’s misery. While the festival supposedly exists to celebrate cinema as the most palatable form of high art, it’s really just a chance for the powerful to plod around...