In Steven Zaillian’s “Ripley,” a gorgeous, witty, cinematic extravaganza chronicling the charlatan’s journey from a bleak existence in New York City to a luxurious one in Italy, Irish actor Andrew Scott (“Sherlock,” “Fleabag”) expunges every trace of his considerable charm to produce a dour, awkward Tom Ripley whose joyless smile is as false as the signatures he fakes. One understands why this man wants to escape his grim surroundings and himself.

Alex Rodriguez and Marc Lore failed to meet a deadline for purchasing a majority stake in the Minnesota Timberwolves and Lynx, according to principal owner Glen Taylor, who announced Thursday that the teams are “no longer are for sale.” Rodriguez and Lore, however, disputed Taylor’s statement and issued one of their own, saying that they “are disappointed” (via the Star Tribune). “We have fulfilled our obligations, have all necessary funding and are fully committed to closing our purchase of the team as soon as the NBA completes its approval process,” Rodriguez and Lore said.

It’s one of the most popular and most mock-able of all music genres, but it’s almost impossible to put your finger on what exactly “emo” is. Just about the only thing you can definitively say is that emo is short for “emotional” and it’s a descendent of guitar-based rock with punk-rock roots – everything else is up in the air. Emo detractors put down emo bands because they’ve got a reputation for being overly sensitive punks, pouring their hearts out while singing songs about heartbreak and the chick they can’t have.

Sylvester James Jr., known as Sylvester, was an American singer-songwriter. Primarily active in the genres of disco, rhythm and blues, and soul, he was known for his flamboyant and androgynous appearance, falsetto singing voice, and hit disco singles in the late 1970s and 1980s. What was Sylvester James cause of death? Sylvester was never shy about his sexuality the way other celebrities do. He was was openly gay, and he tended to enter into relationships with men who were “white, self-doubting and effeminate”.

People love to hate on their duvet covers. More specifically, they love the convenience of being able to toss the cover in the wash or swap it out for a fresh look, but they hate the awkwardness of wrestling the duvet into the cover. And, oh yeah, it has to look crisp and neat. Ideally without getting bunched up and turned around on the first day. Four Washington Post staffers and duvet-cover owners tested three popular methods for getting a duvet into its cover.