The "realest" rapper in the game, platinum-locked Australian Iggy Azalea dropped her latest single, "Beg For It," from her upcoming album, Reclassified due out November 24. The song features Danish singer MØ on the vocals and has the kind of languorous beat and name-spelling we've come to expect from Iggy. As with her guest-spot on Ariana Grande's "Problem," she references another classic lyric — this time Notorious B.I.G.'s "Hypnotize") — with "Iggy, Iggy, Iggy can't you see? That everyone wants to put their hands on me." She'll be performing the song on tonight's SNL hosted by Jim Carrey. Listen to it below:
Lauren Graham is securing her post-Parenthood career, starting with a stint on CBS' The Odd Couple reboot starring Matthew Perry and Thomas Lennon. Graham will play Gaby, the ex-wife of Perry's Oscar Madison, which is something of a meta moment, considering Graham and Perry were once an item. (As of right now, Graham is currently dating co-star Peter Krause, he of the "great biceps.") But the two have worked well together as this marks the third Perry venture she has guest-starred on: The first two were Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and Go On. Hopefully though this show will see better days than the other two.
On Thursday night, Girls co-showrunner Jenni Konner sat down with Slate’s Willa Paskin as part of the New York Television Festival at the SVA Theater. Konner talked about working with Lena Dunham on Girls (they've pretty much mapped out the fifth season), and also revisited some familiar touchstones, like the “rage spiral” she went into earlier this year because of Emily Gould. "I just went insane," said Konner when the Emily Gould articles happened early this summer. "I just like couldn’t get off of Twitter. It was like 'I guess this is where I live now — talking about Emily Gould on Twitter.'"
On Tuesday night, Kate Hudson — one of the many celebrities on hand at a American Cinematheque gala honoring Matthew McConaughey — told a story about getting her scuba license with the actor for 2008's Fool's Gold. Hudson was post-divorce, and McConaughey was just the guy to cheer her up: "He’s like, 'Come onnn, Hudson. Let’s go, baby,'" he said to her from the water in his thick Texas drawl. He was shirtless, of course.
Turns out that being super famous and selling out a panel at the New Yorker Festival isn't enough to buffer you from casual racism. After chatting with Emily Nussbaum about anal sex, Mindy Kaling attended the VIP after-party at the Boom Boom Room. There she was accosted by "a tipsy man in his 80s" who "showered her with compliments." Only, he had a case of the all-look-same blues and mistook Kaling for another famous brown woman: youngest-ever winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, Malala Yousafzai. "Congratulations on your Nobel Prize," he said to her. After he was out of earshot, Kaling wondered aloud: "Did he really think I'm Malala, and that if I were, I'd be at the Boom Boom Room?" As is her wont, she took the whole incident in stride, "That's the best thing that's happened all night." We can practically hear the joke writing itself on The Mindy Project.
The inimitable, adorable Benedict Cumberbatch went on The Graham Norton Show to continue his press tour for The Imitation Game, and did hilarious, adorable things that only Benedict Cumberbatch can do, like sexy-scary dragon voices. Along for the ride in the episode was comedian Miranda Hart, who got up to demonstrate some observations on how people walk, including the Beyoncé strut. This provided a perfect (too perfect?) segue to Cumberbatch doing his best Beyoncé strut to "Crazy in Love."
ABC’s Manhattan Love Story is no more: The network has canceled the little-seen romantic comedy, the first freshman casualty of the new fall season. Production on the 8:30 p.m. Tuesday show has halted, and no more episodes will air. A previously scheduled Halloween special will air in place of MLS next week, and then, starting November 4, ABC says it will fill the now-dead show’s slot with a second helping of fellow freshman Selfie. MLS debuted to a modest 4.7 million viewers and then continued to bleed viewers each of the four weeks it aired, attracting just 2.6 million this week. (It also got virtually no bump from time-shifting, a sign viewers either had no interest in it or, just as likely, no idea it even existed.) Finally, critics were also harsh on MLS, with Vulture’s Margaret Lyons urging viewers to “run” from the show.
With a glint in her eye and and an inviting tone in her voice, a woman next to me as we exited Marina Abramovic's latest outing at Sean Kelly Gallery asked, "Was it you who just felt me up? It was so nice." I looked at her, and then at her chest. We locked eyes. For an instant, I wanted to say "Yes, I will yes." Then — remembering that my vibe has never produced these sorts of encounters — I said, "I wish it'd been me, but it wasn't." And just like that, I snapped back from a dreamy life that never was to what I'd been thinking the instant before. Which was that the piece had been mumbo-jumbo, nothing more.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think that Laura Poitras’s "Meet Edward Snowden" documentary Citizenfour was an avant-garde paranoid conspiracy thriller. Hold on, it is an avant-garde paranoid conspiracy thriller. It opens with a blurry tunnel; winking monitors scrolling metadata plucked from Americans’ emails; images of huge, futuristic, otherworldy government surveillance centers; encrypted communications — flurries of characters — that resolve into edgy cyberdialogues between the National Security Agency whistleblower and the filmmaker; and, finally, exacting exchanges between Snowden and journalist Glenn Greenwald high up in a blankly modern Hong Kong hotel, which might or might not be bugged. The music by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross is like malignantly buzzing wires that eat into your cerebral cortex.
David Redfern — the prolific music photographer who captured snapshots of such monumental artists as the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Duke Ellington, and Nina Simone, among others — has died at the age of 78. NME reports that Redfern, who had cancer, died at his home in France. Throughout a career that began in the '60s, Redfern became an industry fixture, shooting musicians at jazz clubs and on TV shows. On the latter, Redfern snapped many of his now-classic pictures of the Beatles from shows like Thank Your Lucky Stars. In remembrance of the photographer, here are 11 of his shots of the Beatles, taken between 1963 and 1967, in the U.K.
A.J. (Amy-Jo) Albany’s memoir Low Down: Junk, Jazz, and Other Fairy Tales From Childhood is a tender, spiky, beautifully evocative series of linked vignettes about her cruelly impoverished childhood as the daughter of a brilliant jazz pianist and junkie, Joe Albany, and a mean, self-centered mother (once the lover of Allen Ginsberg before he turned conclusively gay) who left them early and slid into terminal alcoholism. Amy and Topper Lilien have turned the book into a movie directed by Jeff Preiss, best known as the cinematographer of Bruce Weber’s extraordinary documentaries Broken Noses and Let’s Get Lost. Preiss brings a moody, lingering, be-bop touch to material that would be better in places with more zip, but if the film’s not as entertaining as the book, it’s pretty damn good, anyway. It has an immersive mood — a dim, junk-infused gloom from which there’s almost no escape. But then comes the music — underscored by Amy-Jo’s fierce love for her father and grandmother — and suddenly, that dimness is pierced by rays of hope.
The clown community has a bit of a PR problem right now. First there was a freaky-deaky clown harassing people in a small California town. Then American Horror Story: Freak Show returned and brought with it a nightmarish clown. Halloween season is always a metaphorical tiny car surprisingly full of literal scary clowns, and there’s the ongoing problem of the Insane Clown Posse.
Much — too much? — has been made about the late-'80s influence on Taylor Swift's self-proclaimed first pure pop album 1989, but on my first few listens, I detect two more modern shadows looming large: those of current pop-paradigm-shifters Lorde and Lana Del Rey. Taylor's current award-show bestie/recreational-cooking classmate Lorde is a more fitting influence here: I hear her moody, electro-minimalist vibe all over 1989's last two songs, the driving, is-this-seriously-not-on-the-Mockingjay-soundtrack "I Know Places," and the muted breakup song "Clean." Then there's the (first impression: awesome) second track, "Blank Space," which is a good deal peppier than anything on Pure Heroine but has a rhythm that reminds me so much of its lead-off track "Team" that I find myself wanting to add a "... you can watch from your window" at the end of every verse.
Note: In order to discuss the Alps-set Swedish drama Force Majeure in any depth, it is necessary to reveal a very early event on which the entire narrative hinges. If you believe — wrongly, I think, but it’s your call — that this constitutes a “spoiler” and are merely looking for a thumb up or down, then here is the pertinent judgment: Thumb up, three stars, B+, 89 ... Actually, 93 until the climax, which is somewhat opaque. The setting is breathtaking, the cast excellent — and attractive! Back to Rotten Tomatoes, then.
“I was 17 when my mother disappeared,” Kat Connor (Shailene Woodley) tells us in the opening narration of White Bird in a Blizzard. “Just as I was becoming nothing but my body — flesh and blood and raging hormones — she stepped out of hers and left it behind.” It’s a poetic yet somewhat simplistic comparison, and it captures the conflicting impulses in Gregg Araki’s evocative, gorgeous, occasionally maddening film.
Well, that was quick: Barely 24 hours after TMZ published a photo of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo matriarch Mama June Shannon with a convicted child molester, TLC has decided it's better to no longer redneckognize its spinoff of Toddlers and Tiaras. The network has shelved the upcoming third season of the show (even though the episodes had already been filmed) and says it has no plans to even air reruns of the show. It’s a dramatic development, and a decision TLC executives probably didn’t make lightly. “There’s a whole season that had been shot. You don’t walk away from that unless you’re really concerned,” one reality TV veteran told Vulture Friday. So why did TLC move with such speed and seeming finality? Three reasons immediately come to mind:
Whether you like it or not, the new Taylor Swift album is out there. Whether you've seen it via a Zippyshare.com link containing a file called "albumsgonnaleakleakleakleakleak.rar" (Seriously, that's what the leaker called it!) or perhaps secondhand through individual Dropboxes — an array of inside-joke-named folders purposefully conspicuous in their track-naming. But to look a little further, it's the track names (and number of tracks) that seem to point toward where this leak might've come from.
This essay originally ran October 30, 2013. We are republishing it as part of Vulture's Horror Week.
I am 28 years and 5 months old, and I went exactly that long without ever seeing an entire horror movie. On Monday, my streak ended, after my editor forced me to watch the original The Texas Chain Saw Massacre at home, at night, with the sound up and the lights out. This was a terrible idea.
In Gregg Araki’s new film White Bird in a Blizzard, Shailene Woodley plays Kat, a suburban 17-year-old who’s adrift after her mom (a tightly wound Eva Green) goes missing. Kat’s dad (Christopher Meloni) shuts down emotionally, Kat’s boyfriend (Shiloh Fernandez) grows physically distant, Kat’s friends (Gabourey Sidibe and Mark Indelicato) are already looking ahead to college, and as for Kat herself … well, now that she’s on her own with no parental oversight, she’s testing her own boundaries. That mission of self-discovery includes some sexual exploration that may shock audiences who only know Woodley from the PG-13 The Fault in Our Stars, as Kat sets her sights on the much older detective (Thomas Jane) investigating her mother’s case, then heads to his apartment to tentatively seduce him. You can see how that goes in this exclusive clip from the movie, out in theaters today.
Taylor Swift is calling 1989 her first official pop album, and like all pop albums do (except for one), it's leaked ahead of its official release. Here's a quick rundown of what you can look forward to. Good news: What you haven't heard just yet is sounding a lot better than what you have.