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Not today, Satan! On the surge of supernatural (and demonic) horror movies
Anne T. Donahue wonders if in our overexposure to true crime, we’ve begun turning to what we can’t explain.
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Why are we still obsessed with Tony Soprano, Walter White and the other anti-heroes of TV's Golden Age?
Anne T. Donahue looks back at the masculinity depicted in those shows and ponders what it says about our current cultural moment.
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How Brat Summer prepared us for a Very Demure Fall
As the season changes, so has the vibe. But, as Anne T. Donahue writes, our quest for self-actualization continues.
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Watching The Blair Witch Project 25 years on, we see a cautionary tale about tech
Cut to the Feeling columnist Anne T. Donahue considers how the found footage phenom foreshadowed our thorny relations with fact and fiction
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Céline Dion and the songs that define her (and me)
Anne T. Donahue on the 7 songs that show how our hearts will always go on for queen Céline.
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I'm sorry, but an Amy Winehouse biopic won't redeem us
We were awful to Winehouse, and when she died, we realized it was too late to redeem ourselves. The new film Back To Black isn't going to change that.
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The Mummy and the exquisite splendour of a terrible film
The 1999 Brendan Fraser camp classic is back in cinemas, and it’s making me yearn for the bad movies of my youth.
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Kacey Musgraves and the pop girlies are telling us to celebrate who we always were
We seem to be in the midst of a cultural season in which pop music is less about appeasing fan expectations and more about revelling in who those pop stars are now.
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It's 2004 somewhere (or, time isn't real according to pop culture)
Spider-people, Trump, low-rise pants and Lindsay Lohan: we look back 20 years to see how things are the same now, except much worse.
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I used to be obsessed with the Oscars. Now awards season just bums me out
Anne T. Donahue wonders whether we as a society have outgrown awards season, particularly the Barbie-fueled one we're living through right now.