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(19 hours ago)
With the year coming to a close, it’s always nice to look back at what’s passed. And what a year it’s been, especially in cinema. Some real classics–to–be have graced the screen in an industry that’s seen scares left and right, cementing film’s popularity and standing power in the global consciousness. There have also been a myriad of surprises, as the past year illuminates the growth and reception of anime against the biggest blockbusters.
(22 hours ago)
Guillermo del Toro has been in a 25–year situationship with Frankenstein. He’s said it himself: “Frankenstein to me is the pinnacle of everything … I dream I can make the greatest Frankenstein ever, but then if you make it, you've made it. Whether it's great or not, it's done. You cannot dream about it anymore. That’s the tragedy of a filmmaker.” It’s such a painfully romantic thing to admit—that the dream is sometimes sweeter than the execution, that creation always comes with the risk of disappointment, that once you animate the monster you lose the fantasy of what he could have been. It’s deeply Shelleyan, deeply Catholic in the melodramatic sense, and deeply del Toro: he's a man who loves monsters so tenderly he’s almost afraid to touch them.
(20 hours ago)
For almost a century, Warner Bros. has been one of Hollywood’s great institutions. It survived the end of the studio system, the rise of television, the streaming wars, and the era where every company tried to buy every other company. But somehow, the most dramatic chapter in its history is the one unfolding right now.
(20 hours ago)
At the time of writing this piece, I will have played about 15 hours of the latest Tony Hawk Pro Skater installment. The first three of those were spent figuring out how to get out of the game’s very first level, The Foundry. The aggressively unforgiving nature of this game, for better or worse, is part of its appeal: in other words, gamers will need to “git gud.”
(18 hours ago)
Earlier this month, a friend told me he felt he needed me to accompany him to a hip–hop club event. I love hip–hop, but I am certainly not as well–versed as he is. Nevertheless, he told me that he didn’t feel comfortable entering the space on his own because he felt that he shouldn’t enter a Black space as a non–Black person. He felt that entering the space of a culture he enjoyed would be an intrusion, even though he was genuinely appreciating the music that he loved.
(20 hours ago)
It’s been quite a tumultuous time for country music. It seems that, in the past few years, the genre has been pushed into a moment of reckoning. While artists like Beyoncé and Shaboozey continue to spotlight the genre’s Black roots, the industry has met this increased culture awareness with an odd mix of defiance and disruption. Earlier this year, breakout country star Shaboozey stood on the AMA’s stage as a presenter while a whitewashed history of our country was espoused on stage. In 2024, Beyoncé received no nominations for the Country Music Awards, despite her unapologetically country record COWBOY CARTER being one of the most successful albums of that year. The explanation? That her album somehow lacked “authenticity” because of its less traditional sound, and that Beyoncé simply was not a real country artist, despite having produced music in the genre. Country artist Luke Bryan even justified the CMA’s choice not to nominate Beyonce for any awards by stating, “if you’re gonna make country albums, come into our world and be country with us a little bit.”
(12/09/25 5:26pm)
Penn students once again find themselves at the onset of wintertime. Finals are creeping up, the temperature is creeping down (a lot), and it’s never been a better time to distract yourself from the hours of studying in Van Pelt than by thinking about what to ask for this holiday season.
(12/04/25 4:36pm)
We love to flirt with death—at least behind the barrier of the silver screen. Maybe it’s morbid curiosity, maybe it’s catharsis, maybe it’s just good storytelling, but audiences have always been obsessed with the spectacle of survival. “Death game” movies—stories where contestants compete until only one walks out alive—feel aggressively modern, but the instinct behind their success is ancient. The arenas may change, but our fixation doesn’t.
(12/03/25 1:10am)
This season, we watched fashion’s most storied maisons get handed over like relay batons—Demna at Gucci, Jonathan Anderson at Dior, Blazy at Chanel, Jack and Lazaro at Loewe, PPP at Balenciaga, and a wave of lesser–known but just–as–high–stakes appointments. It was a game of musical chairs so dizzying it felt like the end of an era—and the start of a new one. But in a landscape increasingly driven by quarterly earnings, social media virality, and sheer aesthetic fatigue, the real question is: does anything actually matter anymore?
(12/02/25 4:56pm)
It’s 4 p.m. and I’m running around Rittenhouse Square, looking for someone interesting to talk to. Arts beat Beatrice Han is by my side when we spot Sylvia and Effie, donned head–to–toe in goth couture.
(12/02/25 2:37pm)
It becomes increasingly difficult to romanticize autumn as the colorful leaves slowly turn brittle, a constant reminder that winter is approaching. But the changing scenery also hints that winter break is inching ever closer, and the anticipation of relaxing, reuniting with friends from home, and reconnecting with family members radiates all across campus. The holiday season is thrilling, but it can also be a stressful time: while bringing everyone together over a delicious meal can be meaningful, it can also unintentionally bring up family tensions and uncomfortable conversations. While it may feel easier to shy away from these uncomfortable interactions, the lighthearted romantic comedy Nobody Wants This reminds us that sometimes it's best to approach them head–on.
(12/04/25 4:37pm)
When I first met Dr. Katie Schuler, I immediately felt a sense of comfort. Her presence radiated genuine warmth and friendliness. I could easily imagine Schuler’s classroom being full of the same energy, creating a welcoming space where even intimidated or overwhelmed freshmen could feel at ease.
(12/02/25 3:52am)
In 1878, English photographer Eadweard Muybridge (yes, that is really how his name is spelled) assembled a series of photos depicting the movements of a horse as it galloped across a stage. Though he didn’t know it at the time, these “electro–photographs” would eventually lead to the development of the first movie camera, paving the way for photography to move from capturing moments to telling stories on screen.
(11/28/25 5:00am)
It’s hard to maintain critical distance from a film when you keep bumping into its director on the street, but Urchin (2025) made that impossible anyway. I immediately saw it a second time while at Cannes, partly because the film was so good and partly because the universe kept throwing Harris Dickinson directly into my path. I ran into him on the Croisette three separate times like some sort of strangely tailored omen, and then capped off the week by getting a photo with Frank Dillane right after he won Best Actor at the Un Certain Regard closing ceremony.
(11/27/25 5:00am)
In Shih–Ching Tsou’s Left–Handed Girl, Taipei glows like a fever dream. It’s a city that never stops selling—night–market snacks, secondhand kitchenware, wholesale jewelry, you name it—but it also trades in the lives of its people. The film’s neon–lit streets and humid night markets form the backdrop for a portrait of working–class womanhood that’s both romantic and devastating.
(12/03/25 1:33am)
I’m falling asleep in the back of the dark lecture hall when suddenly, plaster bodies wrapped in plastic packaging fill the screen, instantly snapping me awake.
(12/05/25 4:46pm)
If you are reading this, you’re probably a little bit of a weirdo. That, or whoever gave you this magazine most definitely is.
(11/21/25 5:00am)
Food, I believe, is a love language all of its own. What is more loving than my mom cooking me chicken–less noodle soup when I’m feeling down, than a friend swiping me into a dining hall knowing I’ve been too busy and stressed to properly feed myself, than bonding with my fellow Kelly Writers House co–workers joking that we’re on the “Writer’s House dining plan"?
(11/26/25 5:00am)
Obsessive–compulsive disorder, which affects 3.8% of young Americans, is often misrepresented throughout our culture, from movies that show repetitive handwashing as the end–all be–all of compulsions to that one girl in your class who swears she’s “so OCD” because she likes her room clean. Today, a new generation of therapists and creators alike are flocking to TikTok and Instagram to call attention to what really goes on in the brain of someone who has OCD, while also showing audiences that those pesky four–hour rumination sessions and perfectionist tendencies have a clinical diagnosis. Significantly, they extoll the virtues of exposure and response prevention therapy (ERP), a powerful tool for new and returning patients.
(12/03/25 11:35pm)
Olivia Dean is en route to being the ninth woman in a row to win Best New Artist at the Grammys. Like many previous winners, she’s been releasing music for almost a decade and—by virtue of TikTok’s algorithm—appears to have blown up overnight, boasting over 51 million monthly Spotify listeners as of December. This experience can be jarring—see Chappell Roan’s cynical take on celebrity life—but as she rises in fame, Dean continues to release music, bringing love and soul to the stage.
