Netflix has removed one of Taylor Sheridan‘s most beloved films from its catalog. It became a casualty of the May 1 purge (as it were). Released in US theaters on Aug. 12, 2016, Hell or High Water grossed $37.9 million at the box office on a $12 million budget. The neo-Western crime drama was widely lauded for being a “well-crafted, well-acted Western heist thriller that eschews mindless gunplay in favor of confident pacing and full-bodied characters.”
Here’s a synopsis:
“A divorced father and his ex-con brother plan a series of heists against the bank that’s about to foreclose on their family ranch.”
The film stars Ben Foster as Tanner Howard, Chris Pine as Toby Howard, Gil Birmingham (who would go on to star in Sheridan’s signature hit series Yellowstone) as Texas Ranger Alberto Parker, Dale Dickey as Elsie, Marin Ireland as Debbie Howard, Amber Midthunder as Natalie Martinez, Katy Mixon as Jenny Ann, and Jeff Bridges as Texas Ranger Marcus Hamilton. Sheridan also appears as a cowboy. David Mackenzie directed from Sheridan’s script.
Hell or High Water is the second film in Sheridan’s American Frontier trilogy, the first being the critically acclaimed Sicario (2015) and the second being Wind River (2017).
The American Film Institute selected the Western as one of the Top 10 films of 2016. Later, in 2021, members of the Writers Guild of America West and East branches voted Sheridan’s script at No. 64 on the guild’s list of the “101 Greatest Screenplays of the 21st Century (So Far).” Hell or High Water was also nominated for four Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, Best Editing, and Best Supporting Actor for Bridges.
If you’re wondering where you can stream it next, fret not—Peacock now has it on its platform. It’s also on Philo for free and can be purchased on Prime Video and Fandango at Home.
Have you checked the Dr. Martens “Last Chance” section lately? Something big is going on: There are tons of great shoes and leather boots with markdowns of up to 50% off. Those kinds of discounts are incredibly rare for Docs, and as you’d expect, some of them are selling lightning fast. But there are still great deals to be found, and this gorgeous pair of suede shoes is at the top of many shopping lists.
Dr. Martens’ 8053 Waxy Suede Shoes are on sale for $75, a 50% discount from their normal price of $150. These are classic and coveted Docs shoes with all the hallmarks of the brand, including a chunky PVC sole with iconic yellow stitching. This is the best price you’ll find for the 8053 anywhere—at $75, it even beats the price for a pre-owned pair of the same model.
Dr. Martens 8053 Waxy Suede Shoes, $75 (was $150) at Dr. Martens
The 8053 is a sturdy, handsome shoe that is essentially just a version of the original 1461, but with ankle padding. It’s been a part of the Docs lineup for decades, and its classic lines give it a timeless workwear-inflected aesthetic that pairs beautifully with casual outfits.
This particular version features an upper made from hardy Bronx suede, a firm, heavyweight hide with a slightly oily finish. It’s rugged and tough, it looks great, and it gets better with time: It’ll develop unique creases and patina as the shoe breaks in.
The upper has a five-eyelet layout and is constructed with contrasting white Puritan stitching (double and triple stitched in some places for extra durability). A padded ankle collar keeps the fit comfortable, and the upper rides on a heat-sealed PVC sole with Dr. Marten’s instantly recognizable yellow Goodyear welt stitching.
Docs’ shoes and boots are known for their bold aesthetic and rock-solid build quality, and you’ll get both with the 8053, according to those who have worn them. Reviewers called these kicks “so comfortable” and “extremely well made,” and they loved the aesthetic of the light tan Bronx suede upper. One reviewer praised the shoe as “good looking and durable.” It’s rare to find a pair of shoes that earns such high marks for both form and function, but the 8053 isn’t an ordinary shoe.
The Dr. Martens “Last Chance” section is a hotbed of activity right now, and shoes are selling out left and right. At 50% off, the 8053 is one of the best deals on the site, and this model isn’t going to last long at this price—snag your pair ASAP before they disappear.
Springtime adventurers know the benefits that a premium rain jacket can have outdoors. Say you’re hitting a 14er in May, or you’re out on the ocean for a day-long fishing trip, and partway through, the sky opens up. There’s not much you can do in the middle of nowhere, and that’s why it pays to have something with proven waterproofing. Most times, layers like this—ones built for serious rain—can cost a lot of money, but REI has a big deal on one from Mammut, dropping the price by nearly half.
The Mammut Ducan Guide HS Hooded Jacket is on sale for $150, a 49% discount from its normal price of $299. This is a top-quality rain jacket you can depend on: It features a robust three-layer waterproof design for maximum protection from the elements. It’s on sale across three colorways with a full size range from small to 2XL, but what’s more impressive is that it’s also the most affordable 3L rain jacket available and widely in-stock at REI right now.
Mammut Ducan Guide HS Hooded Jacket, $150 (was $299) at REI
The Ducan Guide HS is a hard-shell jacket you can rely on through rainy commutes and backcountry hiking trips, among plenty of other types of excursions. The core feature is its three-layer design: A Mammut Dry Tour laminate system sandwiches the waterproof membrane between two layers of fabric, protecting the membrane while offering lockdown protection from the rain and wind. It’s made from 100% recycled polyester, and it includes dual pit zippers, so you can open up the vents and dump heat when you’re working hard.
Beyond this, the shoulder seams are placed for optimal comfort when wearing a pack, and the hood can be adjusted with a single cinch to keep your head protected from the elements (the high stand collar helps with that, too). Velcro cuffs and a cinchable hem help you lock out drafts, and Mammut used water-resistant zippers on the main closure and the dual hand pockets to prevent leaks.
REI shoppers called the Ducan “breathable and tough” and said it performed well through all kinds of outdoor adventures—even skiing. Reviewers appreciated its relatively lightweight feel, especially considering its burly 3L construction, and said it’s “very comfortable” to wear. And, of course, the waterproofing really works. Multiple shoppers highlighted its robust protection and said it’s “very effective at shedding moisture.”
With the Mammut Ducan in your pack, rainy weather won’t derail your day—and at just $150, it’s an awesome bargain for a true 3L rain jacket. Snag yours ASAP, because I have a feeling REI shoppers are going to snap this one up quickly.
Riding the historic wave of box-office success of Michael, Lionsgate, Universal, and the powers that be are moving forward with a sequel (unofficially dubbed Michael 2 for now). While this is great news for many fans of the original movie, my inquisitive nature has given me a bit of pause for a few reasons, one of which, ironically, is Janet Jackson.
To be clear, by and large, I did like the Michael film for the music, the nostalgia, and the acting (especially by Jaafar Jackson and Juliano Valdi). However, I previously noted that two major events were left out. There was no mention of his time making The Wiz, where he developed a bond with Quincy Jones to create one of the best artist/producer duos of all time, and Michael’s massive purchase of a bulk of The Beatles’ catalog isn’t discussed. Michael also had important people in the King of Pop’s life missing. Diana Ross was notably absent due to “certain legal considerations,” and Janet “declined” to participate.
Zeroing in on Janet, if she declined to be in the first film, I have no reason to think she’ll be in the sequel, and that leads me to believe that would-be viewers of Michael 2 won’t see another career-defining and history-making moment of Michael’s life.
Michael and Janet Jackson Made History with “Scream” in ‘95
Football: Super Bowl XXVII: Celebrity musician Michael Jackson performs halftime show during Dallas Cowboys vs Buffalo Bills. Pasadena, CA 1/31/1993 CREDIT: Damian Strohmeyer (Photo by Damian Strohmeyer /Sports Illustrated via Getty Images)
Written and produced by Michael, Janet, and Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, “Scream” was a melodic clapback to all the public fodder largely surrounding Michael in 1995. Additionally, the song was Michael and Janet’s biggest collaboration, and at the time, it made history as the highest-charting debut single on the Billboard Hot 100, debuting at #5. But where the sibling collaboration really popped was in the video.
“Scream” holds a place in the Guinness Book of World Records as the most expensive music video ever, costing $7 million. The 4:47-minute music video is mesmerizing. Shot in black and white, with a futuristic backdrop, the siblings dance in lockstep with one another, each holding their own. The video went on to earn Michael and Janet a Grammy for Best Music Video, and at the time, they set a record for the most MTV Music Award nominations for a single video with 11.
Why ‘Scream’ Would Be Interesting to Watch in ‘Michael 2’
Janet Jackson at the grand opening of The Cove Atlantis on Paradise Island (Photo by Kevin Mazur/WireImage for Kerzner International)
Photo by Kevin Mazur/WireImage for Kerzner International
By 1995, Michael was going through it. He was still trying to come from underneath the 1993 allegations, and the tabloids made him a punchline or punching bag regularly. Then there was Janet. She was at a point in her career where she was thriving, having released three megahit albums back to back (Rhythm Nation, Control, and janet.) In fact, there’s an argument to be made that she was just as popular, if not more so, than her famous older brother at that time.
It would have been intriguing to see the sibling competitiveness that may have existed in the duo’s adult dynamic, as Jimmy Jam suggests there was. Speaking to People, Jam stated, “So I felt a little bit of the competitiveness, which was cool.” And while he said it was cool, Janet talks about the collaboration in a slightly different tone.
In her documentary, Janet Jackson, she talks about this project being Michael’s and her being there “to support.” She also talks about how it was “tough” shooting the video, as they went beyond the “three-day shoot” plan, the price of the video ballooned, and she shot her parts during the day while he shot at night. She also accused his record label of trying to make things competitive between her and her brother, and she felt “hurt” by the experience. Take a look at a clip from the doc below.
All in all, while I’m sure Michael 2 can make it without Janet and may gloss over the “Scream” experience entirely, I can’t help but think about the potential missed opportunity to explore the making of the song and video, and all the familial dynamics that were at play. Oh, and to be clear, I don’t doubt that Michael and Janet were close. They likely just had a “sibling moment.”
Starting in 2022, with the novel Double or Nothing, author Kim Sherwood introduced a new, slick world of MI6 agents. Officially licensed to thrill by Ian Fleming publications, Double or Nothing expanded the Bond scope to include incredible new spies like 003, Johanna Hardwood, and 004 Joseph Dyrden. In the second novel, 2024’s A Spy Like Me, we met the duplicitous and dangerous 000, Conrad Harthrop-Vape. But where is James Bond in a world built in his image? After vanishing and being presumed dead, the shocking conclusion of A Spy Like Me revealed 003 had found him alive. However, after a brutal period in captivity, 007 may no longer be the man he once was.
Sherwood’s third and final Double O novel, Hurricane Room, doesn’t pick up with that cliffhanger. Instead, as Men’s Journal can exclusively reveal, the first chapter of Hurricane Room starts back in 2004, in which Bond’s future boss, M (Emery Ware), formally 0013, begins training Bond in the art of being a Double O agent. (Sherwood tells Men’s Journal she imagines this version of M looking like Patrick Stewart.)
The two meet in a racy nightclub in Russia. The dialogue is fast, the drinks are stiff, and the world is not enough. Read our exclusive excerpt and discover a new James Bond origin unlike any we’ve seen before.
“You’ll know him when you see him,” M had told me. “You’ll know the type.”
I wondered just what type that was as I crossed a former concert hall now billed as the first professional strip club in Russia. Stepping aside for two women young enough to be my daughters, I followed them into Solaris Bar, where they might scream over subwoofers pumping Britney Spears’s “Toxic,” go bowling, or exchange venereal diseases with pinstriped biznesmeni for $150.
As a bouncer ushered me into a roped- off corner dominated by wood veneer and red velvet, I saw him. The man I was looking for leaned with his back against the bar, elbow propped on the brass, one hand curled around a granyonyi glass, the other in his pocket. He wore a black wool dinner jacket with a single button, narrow silk-faced lapels, and silk- trimmed pockets. The jacket had straight shoulders, a clean chest, and a tight waist. No cummerbund or waistcoat. The shirt was clearly Turnbull & Asser’s white-on-white waffle weave, paired with white moiré silk braces, which flashed as he took a sip of vodka. The bow tie was black silk, matching the stripe down each outseam of the classic Italian trousers, mid-rise and straight-legged. The shoes were black calf two-eyelet. Not patent, but shined to perfection.
The man was mid-twenties. Tall. Slim, muscled build. Short black hair, a fringe that curled like a comma. A handsome devil, in a rather arrogant way. Yes, I knew the type. I could see why M had him tipped for the Double O Section. A chip off the old block, as my father might have said. Berthing alongside, I ordered vodka with a pot of pepper and cast a line toward him in English: “First time in Moscow?”
A slow, sidelong look. “What makes you say that?”
“No pepper in your vodka.” I decorated the surface of my glass with black ballast, which lumbered to the depths. “It’s a trick the Russians taught me. You’ll find fusel oil on the surface of badly distilled vodka. Poisonous. A little pepper takes the oil to the bottom. You get to like the taste and it becomes a habit.”
“I avoid habits. As a rule.”
“That’s very funny, Mr. . . . ?”
The man sniffed. “The pepper could be poisoned.”
“My tab is too long. Besides, haven’t you heard? The circus has moved to the Middle East.” I gestured around the bar, and further, encompassing the entire Cosmos. The biggest hotel in the country was a collaboration between Soviet and French architects, heralding perestroika, Gorbachev’s attempt to galvanize the failing Communist economy by introducing a dose of capitalism. The dose worked like a virus; across Russia, managers looted so heavily shops went empty and gangsters killed each other on factory floors. Cosmos Hotel grew sickly and the Cold War grew old, leaving a twenty-five-story horseshoe known as Half a Cup by locals. One got the feeling it was a cup half-empty. Now I raised a toast to the TV over the bar, which showed explosions in Baghdad, red flares rippling the inky sky. “Here’s to shock and awe.”
It was 2004, over a decade before I would be given the assignation “M” and take my position in the throne room of MI6. I drained the glass. “My name’s Emery Ware. Universal Exports.”
The man watched me for thirty seconds, then reached for the pepper, freckling his own vodka before knocking the drink back. “James.” He set the glass down with a bang. “James Bond.” We shook hands.
Bond said, “I’m attached to the British embassy. I’ve been here long enough to hate the weather. In London, April’s a spring month.”
“Whereas in Moscow, we’re freezing our balls off.” The standard coded greeting over, I tapped my glass. The barman, a stoned kid, reached for Russian Standard, better than the bootleg stuff they used to serve. I hadn’t been to the Cosmos since the raves were known as Gagarin parties. The big thing then was Russian rap, too angry to be as absurd as it should have been: “Better hide your power in the daytime / when you are a mischievous Moscow playboy.”
The only trouble was trying to hold onto a girl who offered no purchase but a pair of fishnets when the dance floor was coated in blood. Now the next generation of girls writhed onstage. But Bond’s gray-blue eyes weren’t fixed on them.
“You don’t look happy, Bond. Sorry to miss all the fun in Iraq? Or perhaps you’re one with your generation and cast suspicion over the hunt for Weapons of Mass Destruction.”
“I go where I’m told.” “That’s not what I’ve heard.” I lowered my voice. “M thinks you have what it takes to be a Double O but he’s worried your temperament isn’t cool enough. Sent you here to test your patience. And you’re already blowing it.”
A sharp look.
“Everything about you screams what you are.”
Bond’s right hand moved from his pocket to his left armpit, brushing the weapon concealed in the holster beneath his jacket, the unease of a navy man more used to carrying a gun in uniform than out of it.
“That gesture, for starters, will give you away to the bellboy.”
He snorted. “I’m not looking for a mentor.”
“Shame. You need one. You’re watching the watchers.”
“Someone should,” said Bond.
“Are you being clever?”
“Never knowingly.”
“My point, young man, is that you are not watching the girls. Don’t like women, Bond?”
That elicited a raised eyebrow. Bond nodded toward a cabal in the corner. “The hood receiving the lap dance is Mikhail Khodorkovsky, Russia’s first oligarch. When Gorbachev legalized small cooperatives, Khodorkovsky turned “non-cash” into real money and became a millionaire overnight. Next to him is Boris Berezovsky, Russia’s second oligarch. He turned looting into an art form. By the time these two were done, the Kremlin declared the end of Communism and the end of democracy all in one decade.”
“Spies and gossip columnists get a hard-on playing who’s who. You want to blend in, watch the strippers. Better yet, take one to your room while you’ve still got your hair. Trust me.”
“How do you know I have a room here?”
“Your girl told me.”
“Yelena? I applauded. “He has a dancer already—what does he need my advice for? Not Yelena, son, the girl on your desk. I’m afraid she rather disapproves of you.”
“That’s only because she knows me,” said Bond. “And she’s not my girl.”
“No after-hours fun in the stationery cupboard?”
“I mean she’s not my secretary. She’s operations manager,” said Bond. “And I think she’d want it pointed out she’s not a girl.”
“Don’t tell me I have a reconstructed man on my hands.”
“I’m too young for reconstruction. Unlike some. What were you, back in the day?”
“Back in the day, I was 0013.”
Bond straightened. “I know your reputation. If a man wanted to become a Double O, he could do worse than follow you.”
“One of the few to survive the honor. Something for the record books. Speaking of, did you know that when you checked in here, you were very nearly the Hotel Cosmos’s seven- millionth guest?”
In the mirrored ceiling, our doubles gauged each other.
“You’ve had people watching me?” asked Bond.
“Yes.”
“To report to M?” I left that alone.
“The honor went to a tourist called Michelle Collins, if you’re curious.”
“That’s why I let her cut in line. I don’t need records.” “And here was me thinking you were playing the gentleman.”
“I don’t play.”
“It’s all a game. The Great Game where defeat comes at a great cost. You’ll learn that one day. Jesus wept, I’m half-inclined to tell you to get out now.”
Bond hunched. “That’s what you’ll tell M: get him out before he’s in?”
“Suppose I were to tell M your bedroom door has been swinging. Suppose I were to warn him this young man is an ideal defector, who would ply his trade for any country that kept him in plentiful supply of good booze, bad women, and shiny toys.”
“You’d be wrong,” said Bond.
I laughed. “What a passionate defense. Intelligence is currency, Bond. What sort of legal spy are you, that’s what the opposition wants to know. Not gay, like so many of MI6’s defectors to the Soviet Union, blackmailed and desperate. But that doesn’t mean the bedroom isn’t a weakness for you. No longing phone calls to a girlfriend back home. Putting up in a hotel— this hotel— instead of a nice townhouse with a nice wife. You’re as available as a public lavatory.”
“Are you inviting me to one?”
“You should be so lucky. I pay seven thousand dollars a month for a Stalin-era apartment on Kutuzovsky Prospekt because it makes my wife happy and my stepchildren popular at school. I’m past honey traps, and the FSB aren’t trying to trap me. I’m trapped already.”
“What number?” asked Bond.
“Children?”
“Wife,” he said.
“Fourth, you cheeky sod.”
“She’s Russian?”
“Belarusian.”
“Did you marry her for cover?”
At the far end of the bar, local gangsters with aspirational American accents did shots and beat their chests. Foreign students tired of their act tried to snag Bond’s attention.
“Give it time. I used to be you. A good-looking young man with an easy smile who doesn’t blink when a woman sizes him up. Wives numbers one to four will get to you yet. And if I were FSB I’d know how to get to you now. All it would take is a girl who puts up a little challenge. You’d be hers.”
“You think I whisper nuclear secrets in my sleep?”
“Do you?” He sneered. “No.” “And what if a damsel in distress asked for your help, her beautiful golden hair spread over your pillow, her plump lips pouting? The help of a British spy, if only you knew one?”
“I’m nobody’s knight in shining armor,” said Bond. “Can I have another reading on that line?” I filed away the irritation on Bond’s face. “What else? Your wastepaper basket is filled with bottles.” “How do you know that?”
“Your cleaner. Maybe you’re lonely. Maybe you’re trying to forget something. No phone calls to family, so maybe it’s inherited wealth that pays for your tailoring—parents dead, Bond?” That drew a wince. “Well, a healthy bank account is no weakness. Though vanity is: you dress better than any civil servant I ever met.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s a low bar. But you’re detail-oriented, and your dress shows it. That’s good. The bug in your room picks up the same little clicks and rustles as you check for listening devices every night. That’s good too. Details will save your life.”
Bond looked like he’d bit down on a lemon. “You bugged my room?”
“Of course we did. And you can bet the FSB have too.”
“Where’s your bug?” he asked.
“You tell me.”
“Where’s the FSB bug?”
“Not in the cistern or the bulbs you search so diligently, obviously. So, we add it all up. No dependents, no one to give you that extra measure of personal caution, but you do take professional cautions. You obviously work out. You’re a straight, white man with money behind him, promiscuous, attractive. When you don’t know you’re being watched, your face is blank and your eyes are dead.”
He gave a harsh laugh. “No need to spare my feelings.”
“You’re right: you don’t have any. You’re a perfect weapon and someone is going to use you. The FSB will have you on their one-to-watch list. And their wish list.”
“It’s nice to be wanted,” said Bond.
“Isn’t it?” I tried to work out his expression. Contempt? Self-loathing? Amusement?
“Tell me why you want to be a Double O.”
“I think I can be of service to my country.”
“Excuse me while I find a tissue.”
Bond shrugged. “Fine. I think I have what it takes.”
“What does it take?”
“You tell me.” I twisted my glass as if aligning a kaleidoscope. “There are two types of professional murderers in the world. The first has a limited shelf life. Hitler had to rotate the men in charge of the gas chambers. Gave them nice little holidays.” “That’s how you see yourself?”
“My father survived D- Day and liberating the camps to die as an agent for BRIXMIS in Berlin surrounded east and west by Nazis walking around as if the war never happened. What do you think?”
Bond spread his hands. “It’s your analogy, I’m just standing here.”
“Then stand to attention. The second type is a man-eating tiger. He gets the taste of it and finds he can’t stop.”
“A Double O is a tiger with a taste for death?”
“Not so much a taste. It’s simply become a fact of life. He can’t eat anything else now. It’s his nature. And a very useful nature, too, for governments that need willing executioners. In some ways, we’re not so different from SMERSH.”
On the stage, a girl did something rather new and exciting with the splits, but Bond wasn’t watching. He said, “SMERSH was the Soviet Union’s murder squad directed at foreign spies. Bribery, torture, coercion.”
“Do you think we draw our line in the sand so differently?”
He squared his jaw. “Yes. Your father must have thought so, too.”
I gave Bond a beneficent smile. “I suppose he did, yes. M wants me to take you out for a spin, kick your tires, so to speak.” I reached for the brochures spread on the bar. “Their literature is rather out of date. Intourist greets you in Moscow— the capital city of the Soviet state and one of the most beautiful and comfortable cities in the world. Unless you oppose Putin’s new regime. Come on, young buck. I’m showing you the real Moscow.”
Bond demonstrated his full height. “If it involves less psychoanalysis and more vodka, I’m game.”
I studied him under the fake crystal chandelier. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me.”
Gildan has been the go-to in terms of screen printing clothing for decades, making shirts that printers and artists can grab without overthinking. They’ve also caught on as hardy, reliable basic T-shirts that people enjoy wearing every day. Part of the reason is due to their texture and weight, and the other is due to the price. Right now, for example, Gildan’s 100% cotton T-shirts start at only $4 at Walmart.
The Gildan 100% Cotton Heavy T-Shirts are available at Walmart starting at $4 in over a dozen colors, with even more than that available for up to $7. These shirts are a bona fide bestseller at Walmart, where they’ve earned glowing praise from shoppers who just want good, quality clothing and don’t want to spend a lot.
Gildan 100% Cotton Heavy T-Shirt, From $4 at Walmart
Best For: Casual wear, layering, screen printing, workwear
This is a straightforward heavyweight tee made entirely of cotton, and weighing 5.3 ounces for a substantial feel that’s not overbearing. On top of that, the OEKO-TEX certification means the dyes meet strict environmental and safety standards.
The fact that this is a $4 shirt that’s only made of cotton is really the biggest selling point. Even when you compare it to Hanes’ Beefy Tee, Gildan’s is less than half the Beefy Tee’s $9 retail price, and comes in more colors. Since they’re 100% cotton, you may want to go a size up if you’re in between sizes, as the shirt will likely shrink a bit after the first few washes, although many point out how well they do in the wash.
One shopper made sure to talk about shrinkage in the wash, or the lack thereof. They said, “I’ve worn them for several years for work around the house,” adding, “They fit really well, and hold their shape when laundered.”
The only caveat here is that shipping will cost you an extra $5, but $9 is still a very good price for a heavyweight 100% cotton tee. On top of that, some of the colors will go on sale for as low as $2, bringing the grand total to $7 if you can grab one.
Ikea has long been the place to look for affordable furniture, but Target is making a case for itself. You wouldn’t realize it from walking into a Target store, but the retailer’s online shop is filled with great deals on everything from sectional sofas to Adirondack chairs, and just about all other kinds of furniture, and a lot of it is very fairly priced. Case in point: There’s a 66-inch adjustable sofa bed on sale for under $200 that looks great and is incredibly functional.
The Amada Homefurnishing Corduroy Sofa Bed is on sale for $176, which is 45% off the original $320 price tag. This item holds a 4.5-star rating out of five stars at Target and also comes with a 2-year furniture protection plan if you want some insurance on your purchase. It’s available in this trendy cream color, but you can also get it in gray for the same price.
Amada Homefurnishing Corduroy Sofa Bed, $176 (was $320) at Target
While plenty of online furniture is hidden behind pictures on fake backgrounds, this sofa bed includes a video on its product page that clearly shows not only what it looks like, but also how it works. The high-quality corduroy fabric is apparent, and it’s also a breeze to clean, no matter if you get pet hair on it or spill some food. The armrests have five adjustment levels and can be completely flat or more upright so that your head is supported.
The six wooden legs provide enough support to hold a whopping 500 pounds, and the back is also adjustable, allowing you to turn it into a true bed. It’s not too different from a futon, so while this item might not be a centerpiece, it can be a nice addition to a living room or a larger office.
In terms of price, this is a pretty good deal. It’s not the lowest price you’ll find on a sofa bed at Target, but the comfy, classy corduroy really sets this model apart.
There hasn’t been a ton of customer feedback just yet, but shoppers confirmed that Target’s suggested assembly time of 30 minutes is indeed accurate. “Easy assembly, fast shipping, and a smooth, adjustable backrest and armrest,” they said. “Overall, I really love it!”
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Why We Love This Deal
Huckberry recently upped the discounts on many clearance styles, so it’s not really hard to find a steal if you look diligently. The best pick overall, aside from the retailer’s quilted shirt jacket, which is about half off, is this pair of selvedge jeans from Flint and Tinder that have been marked down in multiple fits.
Flint and Tinder’s Stretch Selvedge Denim jeans are on sale for as low as $77 right now, up to 35% off their usual $118 price. The Mid-Stonewash colorway in the HB Straight Fit is currently sporting this price, but you’ll also find the classic Rinse wash on sale for $83 in the HB Slim fit, which is still well worth a pick-up. These are very popular with Huckberry shoppers, so we expect sizes to deplete pretty fast. If you want a pair, get them ASAP.
Flint and Tinder Stretch Selvedge Denim, From $77 (was $118) at Huckberry
Colorways: 10, and pricing varies by color and fit
Sizes Available: 28-40 waist, 30-36 inseam
Fabric: 99% cotton, 1% spandex
Fit: Five to choose from, ranging from Slim to Classic fit
Special Feature: These selvedge jeans include 1% elastane for stretch not found in most other pairs
Flint and Tinder’s Stretch Selvedge Denim jeans get their name from their fabric: a hefty 11.7-ounce denim that’s blended with a touch of spandex for added stretch. That means you get vintage denim looks without the vintage denim stiffness—as reviewers have noted, these jeans will be comfortable right out of the box.
This version features a medium wash that’s super versatile for everyday wear, and it’s finished with quality accents like copper rivets, contrast stitching, and a suede FnT patch at the back.
What’s even better is that you can choose from four of Huckberry’s five primary fits: the HB Slim, the HB Straight, the HB Athletic Tapered, and the HB Classic. These fits range from narrow to loose, respectively, and if you’ve ever worn one in another pair of pants from the retailer, it should fit the same way.
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Every day marks another milestone in music history, be it a famous musician’s birthday, the anniversary of a groundbreaking album or something else.
Today, May 1, 2026, is the 70th anniversary of the release of music icon Johnny Cash’s first No. 1 hit. By 1956, Cash had already experienced success with his first two singles, “Cry! Cry! Cry!” and “Folsom Prison Blues,” but it was the third single from his debut album that gave him his first No. 1 hit and sent the Kingsland, Arkansas native’s career soaring.
May 1, 1956: ‘I Walk the Line’ debuts
Cash planned to record “I Walk the Line” as a ballad, but his producer Sam Phillips had other ideas. Phillips recommended speeding up the track, which Cash agreed to, recording “I Walk the Line” in early April 1956.
The song was released on May 1 and was a resounding success, becoming Cash’s first No. 1 Billboard country hit and cracking the top 20 of the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
Overall, Cash would log 21 No. 1 hit singles across a variety of charts in his distinguished career, but “I Walk the Line” was where it all started.
The song was meant as a “pledge of devotion” to his then-wife Vivian Liberto. The two married in 1954 and had four daughters before divorcing in 1966.
“In 1955, Elvis was already drawing throngs of adoring young ladies. Hoping to ease his new wife’s mind, Cash penned “I Walk the Line” as a promise to remain faithful while he was on the road, according to SongFacts. However, the temptation he felt while touring with Presley only deepened when he landed his first No. 1 and became a star in his own right,” wrote American Songwriter.
A legacy still felt
In addition to being Cash’s first No. 1 hit and one of his most enduringly popular songs, “I Walk the Line” also made its presence felt in the movie realm.
It was the title song of the 1970 drama starring Gregory Peck and Tuesday Weld, and also served as the title of the 2005 Cash biopic, which starred Joaquin Phoenix as the legendary musician and featured Reese Witherspoon as Cash’s longtime wife June Carter, Ginnifer Goodwin as Cash’s first wife Liberto, and Robert Patrick as Cash’s father Ray.
Decades after 1939’s The Wizard of Oz was released, it has been ranked among the greatest movies ever made. Its immense success is a major reversal from its original performance, as it initially lost more than $1 million, which was a truly staggering amount of money for the time.
Rotten Tomatoes Named ‘The Wizard of Oz’ One of the ‘Best Movies of All Time’
Rotten Tomatoes maintains a ranking of the “300 best movies of all time” on its website that is regularly updated. The ranking is based on a combination of critics’ scores, user ratings, and other factors, including how many times films have been reviewed. That ranking currently has The Wizard of Oz listed as the 49th greatest film ever made. The movie has a 98% Tomatometer critics score based on 171 Reviews and a 89% Popcornmeter rating based on more than 250,000 user reviews.
How ‘The Wizard of Oz’ Initially Lost $1.14 Million
Black and white studio portrait showing Judy Garland alongside Ray Bolger, Jack Haley, and Bert Lahr running arm in arm through a field of poppies in a still from the film The Wizard of Oz.
In 2013, the Los Angeles Times published an article that chronicled how The Wizard of Oz performed at the time of its 1939 release. While most fans know the film has achieved iconic status, many don’t realize that is the movie initially was a massive financial disappointment for MGM.
Even though many people went to see the film at that time, the box office receipts simply didn’t add up enough. As the Los Angeles Times article detailed, the average movie ticket at the time cost only 25 cents and could go as low as 10 cents for juveniles. Due to cheap ticket prices and the fact that it cost an estimated $3 million to produce and promote, the studio initially lost $1.14 million on the film after it was released, according to NME. An inflation calculator on the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics website states that $1.14 million in January 1939 would be worth roughly 26.888 million today.
Fortunately for MGM, the movie would ultimately become highly profitable for the company. The Los Angeles Times quoted William Stillman, an author who wrote a book about the movie’s history, describing what led to the film becoming successful. “The film’s all-American theme of solidarity, preservation of home, and vanquishing of evil forces resonated with audiences in patriotic postwar 1949, and it recouped its initial losses and turned a profit.”
