Reviews

Prince’s legacy looms large in MPLS Sound, a celebration of the hard work it takes to make music

Kaiju Score’s first arc of screw-up thieves and giant monsters looks to something greater

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden uses celebrity tragedy to examine Oregon’s dark history

For Japanese Breakfast’s Michelle Zauner, food is both comfort and connection in Crying In H Mart

Jeff VanderMeer’s latest work of bleak eco-fiction is an apocalyptic page-turner

Love and loss animate the cosmic tales of I’m Waiting For You

Barbara Crampton shows why she’s a horror legend in the pulpy, uneven Jakob’s Wife

Ben Wheatley’s eco-thriller In The Earth has one terrific scene and a lot of boring hooey

Nazis, time travel, and creepy dolls are only a hint of what haunts The Banishing’s house

Taylor Swift forges ahead with a dreamy throwback in Fearless (Taylor's Version)

Lana Del Rey’s Chemtrails Over The Country Club lives in NFR!’s superior shadow

With Trent Reznor gone Pixar, The Horrors are ready to be your new Nine Inch Nails

Spider-Man: Miles Morales doesn’t always wield its great power responsibly

Amnesia: Rebirth asks the question: Is there such a thing as playing not to win?

Star Wars: Squadrons comes alive when other people want you dead

Little Hope is a crappy horror movie, but a strangely satisfying game

The most popular movies on Netflix, reviewed by The A.V. Club

Self Care is a timely beach read that skewers wellness and performative feminism

Marvel’s Avengers Pt. 2: Earth’s mightiest heroes battle Earth’s crappiest matchmaking

Marvel’s Avengers has a story so good, it’s almost worth playing Marvel’s Avengers to see it

The deliciously nasty Vampyr feels like a game from another era

With Dr. Strangelove, Kubrick shot a brilliant satire like a straight thriller

Fantastic Planet looks as strange today as it must have 40 years ago

Jean Renoir’s path to greatness began with La Chienne

Wyatt Cenac’s latest album finds the funny in world-weariness

Taylor Negron isn’t exactly himself on this posthumous collection

On Effable, Guy Branum imbues observational humor with personal pain