Oscar Isaac is wasted, Sophie Turner shines; everyone else looks bored. X-Men: Apocalypse isn’t among the best in the series, but it’s not the end if the world, either.
Adele’s 19 is the result of a fat British girl getting picked on in her early years. No one can deny her vocal talent and no one can thank the bullies enough.
Michael Jackson’s Thriller holds the current record for most albums sold at 65 million copies. Full disclosure, I bought my copy after hearing Weird Al Yankovic’s Eat It. Get some.
The Dreamscope app is fiddly, hard to use, and mostly doesn’t work. Recommended. (Just kidding, it’s garbage.)
We can thank Madonna’s debut album, Madonna, for filling in the dirt over disco’s coffin. Another quick thank you should be given by the manufacturers of the cone brassiere. Never again will they see another sales spike (sorry) like that of the mid eighties.
Jay Z’s freshly squeezed Lemonades must be sore after the release of Beyonce’s latest album. The anger reaches a resounding peak with the collaboration of Jack White on Don’t Hurt Yourself.
The Angry Birds movie finally comes out about five years too late and blows everyone’s expectations away when it is kind-of okay… for a video game movie… about angry birds.
In Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Val Kilmer and Robert Downey Jr. use Shane Black’s razor-sharp script and direction to capture comedy-action lightning in a bottle.
I don’t know if the buddy cop action comedy genre was a thing before Lethal Weapon, but if it was, I don’t care.
The Nice Guys, written and directed by buddy-cop auteur Shane Black of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and Lethal Weapon fame is quickly paced a cleverly written. I was laughing so hard so often that I didn’t really mind the half-baked plot. Gosling and Crowe are damn near magical.
The Overcast Podcast Player looks great, is easy to use, and contains minimal review begging and asking you to buy shit. There are pro features, but even without them it’s the best podcast app on the App Store.
Story of my Life by One Direction ditches saccharine pop confection for uplifting introspection. Plot twist: it doesn’t suck.
Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo is your typical boring self-gratifying club track splashed with American exceptionalism for good measure.
In The Monster by Eminem, he recruits Rhianna for a stale hook while emulating his bottled lightning from last decade. Needs more teeth.
With Hey Brother, Avicii‘s techno-folk aesthetic shines as a dance anthem pulses just below twangy vocals and guitars.
Timber by Pitbull (featuring Ke$ha, you know, to bring some class to the proceedings) is like LMFAO meets Rednex.
Timecrimes (Los Cronocrímenes) overcomes a cheesy title and soap-opera score with a well-acted thought-provoking take on the horrific implications of even a simple brush with time travel.
The Soulver app turns your smart phone into a smart calculator rather a dumbed down imitation of a simpler device. The best of the genre.
The Mizzle weather app is yet another blurry-background minimal white icon entry into a crowded genre. Meh.
An 80’s sci-fi parody classic, Spaceballs is a master class in tastefully refined sophomoric humor (i.e. dick jokes).
Cosmic Top is more of a toy than a game. Awesome simple fun for kids; it has my toddler mesmerized and swiping away.
With Tweetbot 3 the best mobile Twitter client gets better. Tapbots takes on iOS 7 and continues to make magic on the touch screen.
Star Wars IV: A New Hope is a good spaghetti western if the west was a galaxy far, far, away… with a whiny feathered-hair protagonist.
Rush has enough heart to choke Seabiscuit + badass formula one racing action. The greatest sports rivalry I’ve never heard of.
Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis is confection-rap layered over electro house and jungle hooks. Yes, please.
Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus: fantastic, but only with accompanying video of naked tight-bodied 20-year-old (sound optional).
The song Wake Me Up by Avicii is like being inside a folk singer’s head as the ecstasy molly Miley slowly kicks in.
The Hunger Games is a teen mishmash of Running Man and Lord of the Flies that would lose a battle to the death with either.
Gravity pulls you in (heh) with a superbly choreographed minimalist survival thriller, that is equal parts serene and terrifying.
In Cedar Rapids Ed Helms and John C. Riley prove again that they’re so funny I would go gay if they asked (in a funny way).