It’s been 22 years since Pulp Fiction made Quentin Tarantino a household name. If you were to pile the misbegotten films that sought to recreate a severe misreading of the “Tarantino formula” in the time that’s passed, you could climb it all the way to Read More …
It’s getting colder out there. It’s getting darker. In honor of “Noirvember,” Deadshirt’s decided to turn the spotlight on our favorite modern noir films of the last couple decades. Eyes forward, put the money in the bag and don’t get cute. This is Neo-Noirvember. Neo-noir films Read More …
Michael Fassbender doesn’t look anywhere near as much like the “real” Steve Jobs as Noah Wyle did in Pirates of Silicon Valley or Ashton Kutcher in Jobs. Aside from some gray hair and a pair of spectacles in the third act, he also makes no Read More …
At face value, there’s little about Beasts of No Nation, the latest from True Detective helmer Cary Joji Fukunaga, that really feels all that fresh. It exists at the intersection of two very tired cinematic obsessions: the heavy handed delineation of war’s tragic aftereffects, and Read More …
At the dawn of nu-Who, when Russell T. Davies was still the head writer, Steven Moffat’s name under the “written by” credit felt like a special occasion. If RTD was your reliable father, Moffat was your fun uncle who maybe hit the sauce a little Read More …
I spent the week before the “surprise” release of Drake and Future’s collaborative mixtape What A Time To Be Alive much the way I did the week preceding the similarly unorthodox drop of Drake’s If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late—which is to say, I Read More …
The moment when an artist “goes pop” is a fun one to watch unfold. Christopher Nolan making a Batman movie. Liz Phair making “Why Can’t I.” CM Punk getting signed by the WWE. For Abel Tesfaye, a.k.a. The Weeknd, that moment was the big hit Read More …
We at Deadshirt like to fancy ourselves pretty dedicated to popular culture with a combined knowledge of all things media that borders on the encyclopedic, but no one is perfect. There’s just too much music, too many films, too many comics, and way too many Read More …
I first discovered Maxïmo Park in the middle of summer 2005. I was eighteen, and the assistant manager of a Hollywood Video, just entering the phase of life where I was obsessed with listening to “good music.” This meant loyally reading Paste, Blender, Under The Read More …
Pro wrestling is a weird bastard art, and if you’re unfamiliar with its intricacies, the hordes of people in your social media circles obsessively pontificating about it every Monday night must be a truly confounding experience. Let our very own Dominic Griffin, lifelong wrestling enthusiast, Read More …