Ned (Bryan Cranston) is a slightly overprotective but loving dad who does not approve of his daughter Stephanie’ boyfriend, a Silicon Valley billionaire named Laird (James Franco). So when Ned, his wife Barb and his son Scotty visit Stephanie and Laird in the man’s house in Southern California, the trip starts off rather awkward and then quickly goes downhill even further. Especially, when Ned finds out that Laird wants to pop the question… and wants his blessing.
The arrival in the title refers to twelve rather large space ships that suddenly appear at seemingly random locations across our planet. People are panicking because… you know, aliens. But for once these aliens aren’t blowing up the White House, seeming content to just hover around. So who are they? And what are they doing here? And can they please use an anal probe on Trump?
These days, I find comfort in cynicism. It’s a coping mechanism. I just doubt things are going to change for the better and am glad to leave the hoping to younger people.
There is no stopping the shoegaze revival.
Pittsburgh punks Nightmarathons recently released their self-titled 7”, which packs four slabs of gruff-voiced punk rock that should please regular Fest attendees.
“No One Cares ‘Til You’re Dead” is a short but sweet 5-song introduction to Family Meeting, a Canadian five-piece whose members are – to the best of my knowledge – not related, but who are most def
- by Nate Hennon
- by Nate Hennon
The Dopamines are back! And we still love ‘em. Even if they kept us waiting for new tunes since 2012. But the good news is that there finally is a new album in the form of "Tales Of Interest".
My top album last year was "Blasted!" by Drunk Couples.
