It might be the worst film. But it's the best book. Third in the James Bond collection by Ian Fleming, This is Moonraker.
Hey, have you checked out that movie The Martian with Matt Damon stranded on Mars? Well, the guy who wrote that also wrote a second book called Artemis. I read it. Now I'm reviewing it.
Hemingway is not for everyone, and most of the time, he's not even for me. But the guy won a Nobel Prize for literature, and single-handedly changed 20th century fiction writing, so he's doing something right. Islands in the Stream is exactly that something.
If you're white, you might remember that black, nerdy kid from the show Community who seemed funny named Donald Glover.
If you're a movie-buff you've seen him pop up in The Martian, Spider-Man Homecoming, or The Lazarus Effect.
If you're a kid, you might recognize his voice from Ultimate Spider-Man as Miles Morales or in the upcoming "live action" Lion King remake as Simba.
If you're a nerd you know he's playing Lando in the new Star Wars movie.
If you're trendy this last week you just saw his music video "This is America" all over the news (and if you're really cool, you already knew about him under his musical stage-name Childish Gambino years ago).
He also won awards as a writer on 30 Rock (yeah, that one, where Tina Fey hired him).
He also has stand-up comedy on Netflix.
But if you're black, you know him from Atlanta, his slick new indie-style TV show he stars in, writes, produces and sometimes even directs on FX about a couple guys in Atlanta coming up in the rap music scene and the real-life troubles and obstacles they encounter both staying around their neighborhood and trying to break out of it. But Atlanta is too good not to share with larger mainstream audiences, and as I discovered after binging both seasons in the last week, it may be about black people, but it's not just for them. Everyone should be watching it.
When two of your best friends recommend the same book in casual conversation within a week of each other, you gotta read it. If only to keep up with the conversation. Today I'm reviewing for my book-of-the-month of April: East of Eden by John Steinbeck, and to summarize my feelings, I think it should be re-titled: East of F!#@&ing Awesome.
In the 1950's Philip K Dick stumbled across the news that Eisenhower recommended people buy their own bomb shelters because they'd be more likely to take proper care of them. There were two problems with this for the paranoid, anti-establishment sci-fi author. It perpetuated a growing fear of Cold War catastrophe that no matter how nice your day was going, doom was hanging over your head. And it encouraged the consumer to buy his way out of every problem. These two ideas, consumerism and anxiety, formed the cornerstone of his short story, "Foster, You're Dead!" Which was recently adapted into a brilliant hour long episode of the anthology series, Electric Dreams available on Amazon Prime.
"It was raining again the next morning, a slanting gray rain like a swung curtain of crystal beads. I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets. I went out to the kitchenette and drank two cups of black coffee. You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women."
Ian Fleming's second Bond novel. You may recognize the title from that less than favorite 1973 film featuring Roger Moore for the first time, but believe me when I tell you this is something else entirely.
If Casino Royale was status porn for the gentleman wannabe, Live and Let Die is a rude awakening with real stakes, dire consequences and gritty frustrations all circling an ever more hopeless mission for Bond and his poor, poor pal Leiter who gets off lucky once, but not twice.
Black Panther is a wild and energetic African-inspired fantasy film with a hot cast of tomorrow's biggest stars and a social message that'll give you plenty to chew on for days after. I liked it, and it looks like so did everyone else. It's one of Marvel's most successful movies and it isn't even done running in theaters yet. But... In spite of all this, could it somehow be the worst superhero film ever made?