Your kid might be able to paint this, but not using the method of the flies that actually painted it. It's part of a series that is the brainchild of Los Angeles artist John Knuth, who fed over 250,000 flies pigments and had them do the work for him.

GQ's August cover story on Breaking Bad star Bryan Cranston isn't terribly revealing in the way you'd probably want it to be (i.e. virtually nothing is reported on the storyline of the upcoming final batch of Bad episodes). However, it does take a brutally honest turn when Cranston admits to relating to his morally threadbare character Walter White. Emphasis is on the brutal.

I think this is art, but in the words of its singer, I'm so confused. Ola Ray starred with Michael Jackson in the "Thriller" video 30 years ago. In the time since, she appeared in bit parts on shows whose titles were punctuated with exclamation marks like Gimme a Break! and What's Happening Now!, had her drug arrest profiled on A Current Affair and successfully sued Jackson's estate for royalties. Jackson died over four years ago, and Ray has just gotten around to paying tribute to him. The project would be an ignorable clinging to past glory were it not utterly unhinged.

Multi-genre dance producer Diplo's typically loose lips have suggested that Beyoncé has scrapped work she's done on her upcoming album, the creation of which she's been talking about forever (or at least, since January). "Fuckin' thing sucks!" is how I like to imagine King Bey regarding this rejected body of work, but the truth is that she's probably just nodding and grinning serenely about it.

Welcome to Annotate This, where we gather reviews, trailers, and annotate the posters for movies coming out this week. It will help you decide what to avoid, what to see, and what to pretend to see. Click on the image above to add your comments to the mix.

In the early morning hours of New Year's Day 2009, a 22-year-old unarmed black man named Oscar Grant was shot by a Bay Area Rapid Transit Police Department police officer in Oakland's Fruitvale train station. Dozens of people witnessed this and several of them recorded the incident on their cell phones. Footage uploaded to YouTube went viral almost immediately. Johannes Mehserle, the officer who shot and killed Grant, was eventually convicted of involuntary manslaughter, sentenced to two years in jail and served less than a year's worth of time.

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When is a drug movie not a drug movie? When its director says so.

Currently, businessman-cum-business, man Jay-Z is lip-synching Magna Carta Holy Grail's "Picasso Baby" at New York's Pace Gallery. He is expected to do this for six hours in total.

Adelle Waldman originally set out to write a response to all the novels about young literary men coming to New York. For her, there always seemed to be a key element missing from the romantic relationships in these books; The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. and its central character directly addresses the complications of love affairs that are so often glossed over.

Once prolific tweeter Kanye West has again taken to Twitter to vaguely explain yesterday's "Black Skinhead" video debacle. The video, which appeared not on his own official site as we initially reported but a site run by his label group Universal Music, he says was unfinished and prematurely leaked. To whomever is responsible, West tweeted "FUK YOU!" That person doesn't even deserve a full "FUCK," that's how low he or she is.

Earlier today, Kanye West posted the official video for the Yeezus single "Black Skinhead" on his official site. [Update: MTV News points out that the site on which the video was posted is actually a Universal Music Group "development" page.] It features a CGI Kanye dancing to song's Gary Glitter-esque shuffle. It's bad. Really bad. It looks kind of like The Sims or maybe an interstitial from Tekken 2. It's definitely not polished enough for Just Dance. "This is that goon shit / Fuck up your whole afternoon shit," snarls Kanye, but this video wouldn't even fuck up your brunch.

Last night's episode of Big Brother nabbed the show's highest ratings since its season premiere about two weeks ago. About 6.25 million people watched; the only network show to grab more eyeballs was 60 Minutes.

Ellen Grossman, the visual artist who shot to virality when she appeared in Jay-Z's Where I'm From doc late last year, was enlisted by MTV News to share her thoughts on Magna Carta Holy Grail. While reviews of the $5 million data-mining operation have been mixed-to-positive, Grossman has nothing but generous words for it. Even though she has trouble with her hearing, she seems to like what she can hear, and besides, what's really important is that Jay-Z is trying. Says Grossman:

Welcome to Annotate This, where we gather reviews, trailers, and annotate the posters for movies coming out this week. It will help you decide what to avoid, what to see, and what to pretend to see. Click on the image above to add your comments to the mix. Guess what? It's July 4th weekend and studios want to entertain you.

Breaking Bad begins when a high school chemistry teacher finds out that he has a fatal form of cancer and decides to manufacture and sell high-grade meth in order to provide for his family after he passes away. It's about mortality, power, violence, and the insidious methamphetamine market. As it happens, all of these themes are actual real-life themes in actual real-life America.

In Gore Verbinski’s two-and-a-half-hour period-blockbuster take on The Lone Ranger, a layer of dust covers everything. The seconds trickle by slowly like sweat on a brow beaten by the deluding sun. Everything is ugly and uncomfortable. The main antagonist, with grime caked on his fuzzy face, appears and reappears during one of multiple runaway train scenes and start shooting and beating and heisting. I never catch his name.

I never quite understood the stigma against bisexual men. (There is one, especially among gay men.)

Spoiler alert alert: A spoiler alert follows. It itself may be too revealing. My suggestion is to stop reading this post and start reading Karen Joy Fowler's novel We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves like now.

Just when you thought that everyone and their Hamptons spouse had weighed in on Kanye West's sixth solo album, Yeezus, along comes rock god Lou Reed to gush about the "majestic and inspiring," minimal/maximal, "manic depressive" work from the "really, really, really" talented West.