When Life Hands You Lemons, Sign Up for a Mysterious Game and Watch Everything Go Haywire

Imagine being able to negotiate your way out of a hostage situation—or at least out of paying full price for that vintage lamp you don’t really need. Enter Chris Voss, the former FBI hostage negotiator who’s here to turn your polite haggling into a masterclass of psychological jiu-jitsu.

Imagine if your high school diary grew up, learned to play the guitar, and decided to release an album. That’s “Shawn” by Shawn Mendes—a collection of introspective musings wrapped in folk-pop melodies, all delivered with the earnestness of a puppy presenting you with its favorite chew toy.

A surreal nostalgia trip with more camp than clarity, I Saw the TV Glow fumbles its message beneath clunky time jumps and characters that barely feel real—unless your life’s also scripted by late-night TV.

SUNO’s V4 AI is about to make human music feel outdated—are we ready for a flawless future, or does perfect come with a price?

Imagine a world where logic is merely a suggestion and absurdity reigns supreme. Welcome to Rory Sutherland’s “Alchemy,” where the irrational becomes the secret sauce to success.

Imagine being promised a gourmet meal by a renowned chef, only to be served a lukewarm bowl of instant noodles. That’s the experience of diving into Flying Lotus’s latest EP, Spirit Box.

The Beach Bum is a sun-soaked, wild ride where Matthew McConaughey’s Moondog blurs the line between living freely and simply being lost.

Imagine a snarky robot who’d rather binge-watch soap operas than save your life—All Systems Red is that clever concept that doesn’t quite deliver on its potential.

Ever wondered if AI can truly create art with soul, or if we’re just fooling ourselves with perfect but hollow replicas?

As AI floods the internet with content that looks and sounds human, we’re losing the unfiltered record of our creativity and experiences. If we don’t start drawing a line, future generations might inherit a digital world where human stories are lost in a sea of lifeless imitation. Are we erasing our own culture?

Imagine a film where the protagonist’s morning ritual involves jotting down “no change” in a logbook as she stares at a patch of flowers on a desolate island. Welcome to Enys Men, where monotony is both the villain and the star of the show.