This new Caligula, re-edited by Thomas Negovan using 96 hours of recently discovered footage, remains a bizarre mix of pretension, melodrama, historic liberties and pornography, punctuated by memorable (yet mostly poor) performances.

 While the script isn’t as sharp as in the first movie, Beetlejuice himself is still charming and creepy. Whoever designed the props and underworld characters did a great job of making them look in line with the first movie, while also not making them too grotesque.

To truly understand its origins, you must travel to the rugged coastlines of Normandy. Here, a group of visionary painters, including Eugène Boudin and a young Claude Monet, gathered in the 1860s to discuss radical new approaches to art.

In a moment of bone-chilling honesty, Chris Jones admits thinking, “I can’t believe I was shooting farmers in Afghanistan while these fu**ers are still breathing back home.” For Jones, January 6 was not a wakeup call -- rather, it served as a confirmation of a successful coup d’état of American armed services indoctrinated into a far-right ideology akin to fascism.

Andy Abramson did it when American Airlines delayed his recent flight from Orlando to Las Vegas. When a representative told him he couldn't get on an earlier flight because he didn't have enough status, he said, "That was my breaking point."

These ethical dilemmas extend to the monetization of citizen journalism as well. As platforms like YouTube and Instagram enable users to profit from their content, the line between genuine reporting and content creation for financial gain becomes blurred.

Adam Harder came up with the idea for InPress last year; among other media jobs, he was a broadcast journalist for the U.S. Air Force for several years. He’s currently self-funding the application and has a team of seven part-time staffers, but nobody is being paid.

Political observers have said Kennedy intends to sell his endorsement to whoever would be the highest bidder. Reportedly, Kennedy was willing to endorse Democratic presidential nominee Kamala Harris in exchange for a role in her administration. But his offer was rejected, and he turned to Trump.

The novel’s opening pages—first narrated by Lakesha (soon caught up in the throes of office politics), then Mark, back to Lakesha, and so on—are marked by brisk prose and closely observed insights. But during Mark’s journey to England, a long stretch of exposition about soccer and related matters threatens to stall the narrative’s forward motion.

When Costner gambles, he rarely loses. Maybe it is divine intervention; maybe it is a long run of dumb, prolonged luck, but reality proves that Costner’s “My Way or the Highway” approach to Hollywood stardom resonates with audiences. Whether it's his love of sports, his gift for playing stubbornly, or his wry smile that signals to audiences he may be rough around the edges, but he is a good guy.