Category: Reviews

Game of Shows

Starting this week and every Sunday at 9 P.M. the fantastical Game of Thrones will be doing battle with the hip new season of Mad Men. So to which one of the two should you loyally devote your Sunday evenings, and which will you leave by the DVR to pick up on a lazy summer day?

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When Your B1tch Becomes Human: A Review of My Dog Tulip

“If Ackerley perceives his dependent, female dog as essentially human, this is a strong statement regarding Ackerley’s beliefs about women in general. In fact, many of his statements regarding Tulip, throughout the film, feel steeped in misogyny, given that they are not statements generally associated with dogs.”

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Sorry to Bother You review

“What the story lacks in cohesion and clarity, though, it makes up for in inventiveness and provocation. It seems intentionally on-the-nose that the protagonist’s name is “Cash Green,” as the film takes the inherent absurdity and selfishness of capitalism to the extreme.”

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Liking Love

The first few episodes feature some pretty conventional plot devices, but the characterization and dialogue have a loose, awkward, and very human quality to them.

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Nass Recommends: 100% Twilight Princess Speedrun (with Commentary) by YouTuber bewildebeast.

In cheerful defense of shortcuts.

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Crime and Composition

On the detective fiction of Ricardo Lísias and the electronic novel

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The Children’s Book That Hurt Me Most: Three Experts Discuss

A Nass writer seeks closure for Each Kindness, a children’s book without a resolution.

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How to Write a Pitchfork Album Review

Listen to two or three of the songs off of the album. Pick them from different sections, so it seems like you listened to the whole thing. Also, don’t call them songs. Call them “tracks” or (even better) “cuts” instead.

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Of Matt(yboys) & Moon(thels)

Is it Matt or Matthew?”

Nearly all my life, I have faced this question. More than a courtesy, it is a challenge, a demand: “Identify yourself.”

In my childhood, I was lost and unsure. Who am I? Am I that guy who carelessly shortens his name, soiling the greatest gift, after life, his parents have given him? Or am I that guy who insists on being called by his proper name, like some pompous Alexander or Maximilian?

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The Nass Reviews Flaked

This show is like the less-funny, homosocial version of Love except there’s still chicks in it and dudes who are bad at talking to them.

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Lights, Camera…Checkmate

A Nass writer considers Netflix’s miniseries The Queen’s Gambit.

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Let’s Be People

A Rubblebucket concert review

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