Thrillingly comprehensive, pungent, psychologically satisfying!
Will the following inquiries be answered? Believers in miracles, we say yes.
We celebrate the bracing, burning clarity of matters finally locking into place — not that we saw it coming.
Oedipal and Electra complexes ain’t nothing new ‘round these parts, but whoa, Daddy/Mommy, did they emerge last night.
Plus: rugbylike sex!
An episode heavy on psychodrama, remembrances of things past, and spiritual quests.
Electronica-fueled coke binges, excitingly linear plot progressions … this episode is a blast!
What exactly is going on here?
This episode strikes us as particularly potty-mouthed, with startling flashes of violence.
The proceedings are lively, even pleasantly wacky!
Flash-forwards are out, slightly less confusing flashbacks are in!
Cleavage-bearing rivals! Thwarted treachery! Sonograms!
Come: Join us on the bandwagon!
’She’s not Hillary… She’s a combination of Eleanor Roosevelt, Golda Meier and John Wayne.’
’The show was like a fairy tale, seen through the eyes of the child. And if you start breaking that…’
The surprise guest at last night’s Antony and the Johnsons full-orchestra concert at the Apollo? Not a Wainwright, Björk, Lou Reed, or a homeless performance artist.
The band almost blew their wad immediately.
Now that Ricky Gervais is a big Hollywood star, he won’t be inconvenienced by dogs or put off by dead, multicolored kittens.
At times the frizzy-haired diva, slouching in a human-maypole frock, sipping white wine, a harlequin collage swirling on the giant screen behind her, seemed to be hosting an after-after-after-party.
Shue raps to Vulture about her love of make-out scenes and her first commercial, and does an impromptu rendition of ‘Babysittin’ Blues.’