You knew he would get around to this sooner or later, but apparently it took the relentless interrogation of [checks notes] Dr. Phil to worm it out of him. If this becomes part of his stump rants—and it will—his rhetoric will pass into an area of danger unparalleled in modern American political history. He will be signaling to his impressionable cult that the current president, abetted by the current vice president, who also happens to be the person running against him, had arranged to have him at best unprotected—and at worst, shot—at a rally in Pennsylvania. And there are a lot of nuts in the cult, many of whom are proud of the arsenals they have stashed in the root cellar. |
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A creative rebellion is underway. Yes, algorithms rule, AI looms, and the way we consume our movies and TV has never been more fragmented. But that's precisely why we're craving—demanding, really—entertainment that feels bold and authentic. Storytelling that surprises us, propelled by characters who ring true. After more than a decade of Marvel totality, Hollywood is answering the call. And these ten men and women embody the movement. They possess bold creative vision, unique talent, and fearlessness that is undeniably real. Meet Esquire's 2024 Mavericks of Hollywood and read interviews from celebrities such as Colman Domingo, Hiroyuki Sanada and Mike Faist. |
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Now that Rings of Power has returned for season 2, it's time to do your homework. |
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1993. A clearing in the woods near Chicago, sun shining, puffy clouds. Robert Downey Jr., twenty-seven years old, just a few months past his Best Actor Academy Award nomination for Chaplin, has been high or drunk or asleep for much of the last two months while filming this wild serial-killer movie. Today he has dipped one of the front tails of his white button-down shirt in fake blood and pulled it through the unzipped fly of his suit pants, like a bloody phallus. "Oh come on—that's too much! You're going too far, Robert." Oliver Stone, the director of the movie—now on its fifty-fifth of fifty-six days of filming—has won two directing Oscars. He is hollering in his gravelly, perpetually annoyed voice across the clearing at Downey, who opens his mouth to try to explain but is cut off. "You're ruining my movie! Forget the dumb dick idea. This isn't…" Stone trails off, grumbling. "This isn't some slapstick bullshit." |
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