Why I Hate Tweety
Why I hate Tweety Bird, from his treatment of Sylvester to his strange origins, boy-or-girl mystery, and the cartoons that make him look less innocent.
Why I hate Tweety Bird, from his treatment of Sylvester to his strange origins, boy-or-girl mystery, and the cartoons that make him look less innocent.
The 1947 classic The Ghost and Mrs. Muir is more than a romantic ghost story. Here’s what the movie changed from the novel and why Captain Gregg may be more controlling than protective.
Why is Halloween Is Grinch Night so strange? A look at the forgotten Grinch special, Euchariah, Max, Hans Conried and its surprising Emmy win.
Bela Lugosi, Jerry Lewis imitators, a gorilla suit and Hollywood controversy collide in this bizarre 1952 cult movie.
Before 24-hour TV, stations signed off for hours. Meet Chuck the Security Guard and discover what happened when television had to fill the overnight void.
Rhino’s Rocktober gives Arthur Lee and Love another spin with three limited-edition albums, but the real Love story begins with Forever Changes.
Netflix Canada is bringing a collection of classic television to its streaming lineup, raising an interesting question: are viewers looking for nostalgia, comfort or simply something familiar to watch?
Anthony Bourdain’s Get Jiro! opens a deliciously strange world where chefs, comics, food culture, Jughead and Condiment King collide.
Step inside Sunset Sound with The Doors as early takes of “Moonlight Drive” and “Indian Summer” reveal the experimentation, studio banter and unexpected magic behind two future album tracks.
Bela Lugosi’s worst movies reveal the strange, sad final chapter of the Dracula star’s career, from Poverty Row productions to Ed Wood’s films.
Billy Wilder’s Ace in the Hole, starring Kirk Douglas, is a 1951 film about media greed, sensationalism and the public appetite for tragedy that feels remarkably modern.
We killed the CD, dumped the evidence and moved on. Vinyl is growing, CDs are surging and a new generation is discovering the music we thought we’d left buried.