Foxcatcher is a film about obsession, and its making required an intense obsession of its own. Director Bennett Miller (Moneyball, Capote,) has been working on getting this movie complete for eight years, and it all started when a fan gave him a packet of newspaper clippings. In many ways it’s the perfect follow-up to Capote because Bennett Miller became immersed in a contemporary true crime story much like Truman Capote did with In Cold Blood.


Voyager 1, which is moving away from Earth at a rate of almost a million miles a day, is carrying some precious cargo, at least from a human’s perspective. It’s currently 11 billion miles away from us and is transporting the most important messages we have to give: our sounds, our language, our music. It’s known as The Golden Record, and this mixtape will continue to travel long after we lose the capacity to track it.


Amazon’s latest challenge to Netflix’s killer original programing is Transparent, staring Jeffrey Tambor as a trangender woman coming out to her family and community. This show, from writer-director Jill Soloway, promises to be an incredibly nuanced family drama, and is a made possible by the exciting new era of bingewatching television.


Before the last week in August, I was in a bind. My sleeping potion for some time has been episodes of Bob’s Burgers. I even got a Hulu subscription so I could watch Season Four and get my chuckles in before I relinquished my consciousness every night. It had come to rewatching Bob’s Burgers, and wondering if I had taken enough time off from Parks & Recreation to put that back in rotation. In a pinch, I’ve always got The Larry Sanders Show on DVD, one of my favorites of all time, but I find the DVD player too tedious for my pre-bedtime rituals. Thankfully, FXX’s The Simpsons marathon and Netflix’ BoJack Horseman came to rescue me.


There is popular lore that Leaving Las Vegas was author John O’Brien’s “suicide note,” and that he killed himself upon learning that his book would be made into a movie. The idea of Leaving Las Vegas being a suicide note unintentionally originated with a letter O’Brien’s sister Erin wrote to Nicolas Cage after John O’Brien’s death, and with a New York Times article that claims his father also called the book his suicide note. It’s an poetic idea, but it seems to oversimplify the life and literary ambitions of John O’Brien.