Many LGBTQ voters think that the first openly gay presidential candidate seems too straight. But there’s a way of seeing his rise as a case study in queer performance.
The irrepressible single is a return to form not only for the singer, but also for her genre.
The singer’s new album, Miss Anthropocene, combines angsty music styles with a supposedly environmental purpose—but mostly to indulge the thrill of submission.
The singer’s first album in five years, Changes, and his YouTube documentary, Seasons, paint a picture of fragile recovery from the trauma of child stardom.
The fourth season of the HBO show questions its own charming vision of urban coincidence.
Hulu’s High Fidelity reboot captures the end of elitist condescension and the rise of fervent eclecticism.
“Lose Yourself” was not celebrating any anniversary, nor gaining new relevance. But it did pass the time okay.
America’s top drag queen hosted a series of surprisingly un-fabulous sketches.
The show tackled the toughest questions of existence, but its enlightenment resembled something darker.
With an overwhelming spectacle, the two stars acknowledged that Latin identity is bigger than any one performance.
The Netflix documentary Miss Americana portrays a pop star facing a daunting challenge: redefining success.
As the NBC sitcom comes to an end, the art director, Adam Rowe, discusses how it imagined heaven, hell, and what’s in between.
Billie Eilish’s whispery goth pop is genuinely odd—but she’s benefiting from old biases concerning race and genre.
The pop star’s first new song since a near-fatal overdose offers no comfort other than the mere fact of its existence.
The picture of the Recording Academy that the former head Deborah Dugan paints is of an organization encrusted by years of self-dealing and mismanagement.
Two new albums, Manic and Rare, air inner turmoil bluntly while staying catchy and controlled.
The rapper’s “Darkness” video tries to fight gun violence while also glorifying it.
The absorbing posthumous album Circles shows the rapper considering his own fragility.
RuPaul’s patchy Netflix comedy portrays a queer art form as one of healing, not rebellion.
The HBO show’s second season continues to stylishly embody the fascinating contradiction of priests as people.