In the wake of The Massacre of Hardhome, my dear friend and frequent Nick Cage Review correspondent Brendan O’Connell exchanged a few emails about White Walkers, Sand Snakes, dear King Tommen. Warning: SPOILERS. Warning: OPINIONS.
Bon Iver, “Towers” Man walks into bar. Takes shot of whiskey. Mutters “renewal.” It’s a rainy Saturday here in Boston. Ryan listens to Bon Iver, scribbles down what he thinks are lyric on a notebook. Here’s what he wrote. Lyrics in italics, notes in bold. For the love and for the now In
By Ryan Dowd So, stick with me as I bury the lede here. I’m inclined to click on any article/list that includes any of the following: romantic comedies, cliches, beliefs, ect. Because I’ve seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall, (500) Days of Summer, and Wedding Crashers about 30 times combined. So a couple weeks ago I came across this little gem.
Perth by Bon Iver Interpreted by Ryan Dowd (Bon moans far away) But I hear him… (Bon moans farther away) Oh here he comes! I’m tearing up Across your face Moved doors to the light To find you late I’m fairly confident I got half of this right. I’m fairly confident I got half of
My phone vibrated while I watched Her and I felt uncomfortable. Caught up in Spike Jonze’s futuristic society of potty mouth video game characters and high wasted pants, I had forgotten about my mere mortal phone that doesn’t care about my secrets, dreams and ambitions. And while my iPhone doesn’t flip open and fold over