From the Coen Brothers in 1985 to Richard Linklater in 1991 to James Ponsoldt in 2006, indie filmmakers have both benefitted from and added to the annual film festival's cachet.
Richard Linklater's indie classic came out two decades ago, marking the beginning of the Boyhood director's grand experiments with time.
For once, a celebrity says sorry in a way that could make the world a little bit better.
The proposed Amazon series tries to make sympathetic heroes of white Confederate slaveowners by choosing to largely brush aside the issue of slavery.
After an eight-year separation, Marvel seems to be hinting at a reunion for Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson—who embody what a healthy, mature marriage looks like.
News of a Beauty and the Beast remake indicates that the corporation is less and less worried about approving unoriginal products as long as they're guaranteed moneymakers.
Rihanna's new track "FourFiveSeconds" showcases a pop singer's power.
What is going on with Thomas? His sickly pallor and kitchen thievery spiced up an otherwise standard fourth episode of the show's fifth season.
With Hannah and Shosh stuck as bonkers caricatures, Adam Driver and Jemima Kirke play the most genuine characters in the third episode of the show's fourth season.
The little instrument has gone from being an exotic new trend to the embodiment of kitsch since it arrived on Hawaii 125 years ago, but is currently enjoying a revival.
If CDs are "dead," so is iTunes.
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The B-Side: The Death of Tin Pan Alley and the Rebirth of the Great American Song analyzes the demise of one of the most influential genres of the 20th century. But is it really dead?
Just a few months after releasing his first full-length in 13 years, Aphex Twin has put out more new music. Wouldn't it be cool if D'Angelo did that too?
The country's entry for Best Foreign Film at the Oscars is a rare example of a director's prestige prevailing over a fiercely controlling propaganda machine.
The NFL controversy over how the New England Patriots treat their balls has followed a predictable pattern when it comes to modern manufactured outrage.
The BBC drama stars Gillian Anderson as a detective investigating a serial killer, but the series' treatment of women defies the genre's conventions.
Comedy Central seems to have picked the troubled music star for its semi-annual traditional of televised ridicule in order to trigger Internet outrage.
Her ninth album is a gorgeous, scary, and totally moving breakup ballad.
An upcoming art experience revisits the flash-in-the pan symbiosis between modernist master Josef Albers and an easy-listening '60s record label.
Amazon's new TV series simplifies (and inverts) novelist Philip K. Dick's original, more sinister vision of everyday evil.