There's plenty of reason for concern about the fate of cinema. Critics are bemoaning Hollywood's lack of movie stars, the dearth of films that leave you feeling obliterated, and how highbrow films are consistently bombing at the box office. It would be tough to argue that the past year reached the pre-pandemic cinematic heights of 2019—let alone the pre-streaming heights of yore. Will the caliber of movies continue to rebound next year, or is the medium on its way to realizing its doomsayers' worst fears? Who can say! But what does seem clear is that there's plenty to be excited about in 2023.
There's plenty of reason for concern about the fate of cinema. Critics are bemoaning Hollywood's lack of movie stars, the dearth of films that leave you feeling obliterated, and how highbrow films are consistently bombing at the box office. It would be tough to argue that the past year reached the pre-pandemic cinematic heights of 2019—let alone the pre-streaming heights of yore. Will the caliber of movies continue to rebound next year, or is the medium on its way to realizing its doomsayers' worst fears? Who can say! But what does seem clear is that there's plenty to be excited about in 2023. |
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The country music staple talks his just-announced 10th album, Gravel & Gold, holing up in Telluride, and the hardest years of his career. |
| Delivery is good and all, but making a beautifully blistered pizza at home? Nothing beats that. |
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The following transcript marks the last known whereabouts of Esquire's entertainment editor, Brady Langmann. Following the release of M3GAN, Esquire coordinated with Blumhouse and Universal Studios for a profile of the film's doll, who plays herself in the film. On Monday, January 9, at approximately 12:26 P.M., Langmann entered the Pret A Manger on West 48th Street. He never came back. |
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Science says you should sleep cool. These sheets will help. |
| Calmatic won a Grammy for Lil Nas X's "Old Town Road." Now? He gave House Party new life—and White Men Can't Jump is next. |
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Back when I tended bar, I often served couples, obviously on their first date, as they waited for a table. I took care of them, the way a bartender does, and then retreated to wipe down a highball or cut limes, assessing, all by my lonesome, how the date was going. I figured I could learn from it, get better at charming women, even simply speaking to them. That's how miserable I was at dating then, thinking I might absorb something for my own benefit. I didn't learn much—except don't ever look over a woman's shoulder while she's on a date—so I amused myself by developing my theory that always people dated up or down, from one genetic platform to another. It was my own bar game, to figure out how far off the two people were before they themselves even knew. |
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