It looks like Star Wars is firmly back in the father-son business. That was my initial reaction after Lucasfilm unveiled the first teaser for director Jon Favreau's The Mandalorian and Grogu and filmmaker Shawn Levy teased the start of Starfighter's principle photography with photos of Ryan Gosling looking very much identical to his 14-year-old costar Finn Gray. But as Obi-Wan Kenobi told Luke Skywalker in the 1977 original: "Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them." Gosling and Gray actually play uncle and nephew, according to sources, and the silver-masked bounty hunter obviously isn't any kind of blood relation to his little green ward. Still, both relationships add up to something close to the same: a battle-hardened older protector leading the way while a headstrong young sidekick tries to find another path. Just as Darth Vader had his humanity restored by a son who refused to follow in his footsteps, smart money says that both Pedro Pascal's Mandalorian and Gosling's bruised and shaggy-haired protagonist will learn something even more vital than what they pass on to their brash and inexperienced mentees. That's part of the DNA of Star Wars. |
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I hate sweating, but I love to schvitz. And because of my deeply held belief that this practice flushes out the toxins, my wife has suggested I return to the old country from which my ancestors escaped. But I also know that sitting in a steam-filled room as the temperature reaches 190 degrees is about more than just sweating out the bad stuff. A good schvitz, hungover or not, is exactly what men need right now. In the right company, it not only soothes your physical discomfort but also—perhaps most important—rewires your brain. |
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Today was supposed to have been the premiere date of the new Apple TV+ series The Savant, starring Jessica Chastain as an undercover investigator who infiltrates domestic hate groups. Instead, Apple has postponed the show's release indefinitely, offered little explanation, compelled Chastain to speak out against the decision, and pleased exactly zero people except maybe one very online guy who has a 24-karat gold plaque from Tim Cook sitting on his gilded Oval Office mantel. Once again, Hollywood is running scared, which puts the public in the unfamiliar position of defending a piece of art, finding out that piece of art exists in the first place, and thinking, Wow, good for them, they got Jessica Chastain, in the exact same moment. |
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As I love to tell people, I'm an iPhone Mini devotee. It's been half a decade since I last bought a phone because I love my Mini. I don't watch TV or game on my phone except for when I'm obligated to for work. Funnily enough, it makes me the perfect iPhone tester. I can't be swayed by refresh speeds, processing power, or a giant stupid screen. I care about taking pictures of my cats or trees in the park. I care about how good the microphone is at Shazam-ing songs. I'm measuring if the battery will last all day at the Ryder Cup, where I'll constantly have to use the proprietary ticketing app. So anyway, that's what's coloring this review. If you want something more than my deeply un-scientific review, go read the Apple website; it tells you everything you need to know. But after a week of playing around with the new iPhones, I came up with a little football analogy: the iPhone 17 Pro, that's the QB; the Air, your star wide-out; and the regular ol' 17 is the offensive line. This all means nothing at this point in the story, but by the end you'll see what I'm saying. |
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"It's a breezy day," says Robert Plant. "We're maybe getting ready to say farewell to the summer." As the seasons change, Plant is checking in from his home in rural Worcestershire, England, "a couple of miles from the banks of our beautiful River Severn that divides England from Wales." This location proved central to Plant's new album and band project, Saving Grace—much to his surprise, after his Grammy-winning 2007 collaboration with Allison Krauss, Raising Sand, led to a decade that saw him largely residing in the US and dedicated to the Americana scene. The record is his twelfth solo album following the demise of Led Zeppelin in 1980; it's been a full eight years since the last Plant release, 2017's Carry Fire, which was recorded with the Sensational Space Shifters—one in a series of backing bands he has worked with in the 21st Century. His musical curiosity and creative spirit have steered him to multiple genres and continents, now unexpectedly leading right back to his rural hometown. |
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So you're taking the love of your life out for a big night, splurging on a big-ticket meal and reveling in the romance until the wee hours of the morning. Maybe you're meeting up with your partner for a few quiet drinks at the local watering hole because it's been that kind of week. Perhaps it's a cocktail with someone you met on the apps. Whatever the particulars, it's date night. Which means you need to get dressed. We're here to help. From what to wear for a chilled-out evening at the bar to pulling out all the stops for a gala—yeah, a gala—we're breaking down the spectrum of date-night attire so you can stop worrying about your outfit and start worrying about whether your partner still finds you funny. (Just kidding. You're a hoot.) Let's get into it. |
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