With his new album, - (Subtract), Ed Sheeran is finally finishing his decade-long project of mathematically named albums. And next up, he already has another set of symbols waiting. Sheeran told Rolling Stone in a new cover that he was planning a series of five more albums, with names he doesn’t want to share just yet. He did, however, explain his current plans for the final of those albums.

Emily in Paris Ooo La La Liste Season 3 Episode 5 Editor’s Rating 4 stars **** «Previous Next» « PreviousEpisode NextEpisode » Emily in Paris Ooo La La Liste Season 3 Episode 5 Editor’s Rating 4 stars **** «Previous Next» « PreviousEpisode NextEpisode » Emily’s first day at Sylvie’s agency gets off to a rough start.

This article has been updated to reflect Charlize Theron’s most recent work. You’ve probably heard the story about how Charlize Theron was discovered. A former model and aspiring ballerina who had to give up that dream after she damaged her knee, she was at a low point in 1994 when she went into a bank in Los Angeles, blowing her lid at the teller who wouldn’t cash her check since she didn’t have an account.

For All Mankind The Grey Season 2 Episode 10 Editor’s Rating 5 stars ***** «Previous Next» « PreviousEpisode NextEpisode » For All Mankind The Grey Season 2 Episode 10 Editor’s Rating 5 stars ***** «Previous Next» « PreviousEpisode NextEpisode » Well, here we are, friends. The end of For All Mankind’s second season is a doozy. It holds up very well, too: Having rewatched twice recently, the story beats work, the tension is sky-high, the characters get their moments to shine, and my tear ducts have gotten quite a workout.

Sam Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet Last March, a journalist asked Led Zeppelin front man Robert Plant to name a group that he currently enjoyed. “There’s a band in Detroit called Greta Van Fleet,” responded the rock icon, (they’re actually native to Frankenmuth, Michigan). “They are Led Zeppelin I.” It’s a co-sign that shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who’s come across the quartet’s Zeppelin-indebted sound — in fact, says bassist Sam Kiszka, it’s a high compliment.

When Clive Barker made his directorial debut by adapting his 1986 novella The Hellbound Heart into 1987’s Hellraiser, there’s no way he could have realized what he was unleashing. Much like the characters in the movie, Barker opened up a world of horrors — mainly of the low-budget, straight-to-video variety. The original Hellraiser remains the purest onscreen representation of Barker’s twisted imagination. Over the course of more than 30 years, that purity has been gradually diluted and defiled.

Here’s a thing about the so-called classics: We may have all sorts of feelings, valid ones, about how often they come back around, what was wrong with them in the first place, what’s wrong with them now, and what may or may not be worthier of a current airing; but the fact that they come back around forces us to pause and do that most imperative and unsettling of things — reconsider.

It is their first song in nine years, and it is called “Bagboy.” A note from Black Francis: “The lyrics, coincidentally, were composed at a Starbucks Coffee in Harvard Square in Cambridge, about a hundred feet from where, 25 years ago, I composed some of the lyrics to an old Pixies song called ‘Break My Body.’” Do they have bag boys at Starbucks now? Whatever, it’s a new Pixies song! Enjoy.

“Seeing the world through the eyes of a Blaria (a.k.a. Black Daria).” With those 12 little words, my blog began in 2012. More than expressing my musings on race, gender, and pop culture, the most important aspect of Blaria, which I didn’t realize until just now, is that it’s a nod to one of the best and most influential ‘90s feminist icons: Daria Morgendorffer. Anyone who went to Blaria instantly knew what tribe I aligned myself with, and what a tribe it was: sarcastic, droll, hyper-self-aware, and way too smart to deal with the shallow and flawed world around it.

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” –Pooh Hell hath no fury like a Winnie scorned. In the live-action, R-rated, childhood-nostalgia-desecrating schlock-horror-thriller Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey, A.A. Milne’s erstwhile tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff is repurposed as a Jason Voorhees–like maniac. One who sets out to avenge his abandonment in the Hundred Acre Wood — by a college-bound Christopher Robin — with the help of Pooh’s partner in savagery, a tusk-toothed, sledgehammer-swinging Piglet.