Talks art, acting & fashion exclusively with NFM.   In the bustling, vibrant heart of Egyptian cinema emerges a figure as multifaceted as the society he depicts. Ahmed Magdy, a law graduate turned cinematic maestro, has become the industry's unwavering voice, capturing the essence of a generation caught between tradition and transformation. Through our recent conversation, Magdy offers a window into his soulful journey from the structured world of law to the boundless realms of film and art, embodying the spirit of resilience and passion that defines him.   Magdy's narrative is not just a tale of career transition but a testament to following one's passion against all odds. He candidly shares, "In the first year [of law], I realized I had to dedicate myself to pursuing my cinematic aspirations." This pivot was not merely a career change but an act of reclaiming his story, channeling his early frustrations into a relentless pursuit of

In an industry where stars come and go like the phases of the moon, Miley Cyrus has remained an enduring force, a testament to her unyielding talent and versatility. At the 2024 Grammy Awards, Miley not only shone brightly but also proved that perseverance and authenticity eventually get their due. Winning her first-ever Grammy Awards—yes, you read that right, her   first   —Miley's triumph is a narrative of growth, resilience, and the sweet victory that comes from staying true to oneself.   A Night of Firsts and Fashion Statements   Draped in the glow of victory and the shimmer of 14,000 metal safety pins, Miley Cyrus walked into the Grammys, embodying both Xena, the Warrior Princess, and a Greek deity, thanks to her Maison Margiela custom-made chain-mail minidress. The sheer audacity and elegance of her outfit proclaimed her readiness not just to attend the ceremony but to own the night. Her fashion journey through the evening, with

As the stars descended upon the 66th Annual Grammy Awards, it was clear that black women were not just attendees; they were the radiant center of music's biggest night. From Coco Jones' electrifying win to Fantasia's soul-stirring performance, the evening was a testament to the boundless talent and indomitable spirit of black women in the industry. Yet, amidst the glittering celebrations, a poignant narrative unfolded, reminding us of the long journey toward equality and recognition in the tapestry of music history. A Historic Night with a Bittersweet Note Taylor Swift's groundbreaking achievement of winning Album of the Year for the fourth time was bittersweet. It underscored a glaring disparity: it has been a quarter-century since a black woman—Lauryn Hill with her iconic "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill"—claimed that prestigious title. Despite the

Alright, let's cut to the chase, NFM readers. I just gnawed my way through "Groundhog Day." Yeah, the one with Bill Murray reliving the same damn Tuesday over and over. The "comedy" that critics adore, audiences weep over, and philosophy majors dissect like a frog in biology class. Me? I felt like I was trapped in that Punxsutawney purgatory with Phil Connors, reliving the tedious monotony of watching him whine, weather-predict, and woo women who wouldn't know a genuine personality if it bit them on the nose. Now, don't get me wrong, Bill Murray. You're a national treasure, the kind of guy who could make reading the phone book sound like Shakespeare. But in "Groundhog Day," your charm wears thinner than Phil's patience after the 50th rendition of Sonny & Cher's "I Got You Babe." The existential

Hey-yo, my rez royalty, my spirit guides, my powwow princesses! Gather 'round the digital campfire, 'cause this ain't your granny's Oscars story. We got revolution brewing, a war cry echoing through the Dolby Theatre, and at the epicenter, stands our very own Lily Gladstone, blazing brighter than a peyote sunset. This isn't just a nomination, my sistahs. This is a tectonic shift, a crack in the Hollywood dam built on whitewashed narratives and stolen stories. Lily, a daughter of the Blackfeet and NiMíiPuu nations, just became the first Native American ever nominated for Best Actress. Let that sink in like a buffalo wallow on a scorching day. First. Ever. In an industry notorious for burying our ancestors under celluloid stereotypes, Lily's nomination is a goddamn earthquake, rocking the foundation of their dusty trophy cabinets. This isn't just about Lily, though she's fierce enough

The recent AI-generated images of Taylor Swift dominating online spaces are more than just a tech fad. They're a stark reminder of the insidious ways women's faces and identities are appropriated, manipulated, and weaponized in the digital age. But let's call it what it truly is: the largest instance of non-consensual image sharing, or essentially, revenge porn, the likes of which the world has ever seen. This isn't just about Taylor, sis. This is about every woman whose face has been warped, twisted, and slapped onto someone else's narrative. It's about the tech bros trying to write our code, control our filters, and dictate our damn selfies. But guess what? We're

Hey fems of the world, let's unpack: the Academy snubbed the hell outta Barbie . Greta Gerwig, the visionary who brought plastic perfection to life, got shafted on the Best Director nom. And Margot Robbie, who embodied Barbie's complexities like a boss, is MIA from the Best Actress category, despite slaying it at the Globes and SAGs. Sure, Barbie snagged eight noms, including America Ferrera's badass supporting actress nod and Ryan Gosling's (surprisingly good?) Best Actor recognition. But let's be real, the crown jewels of this film were Gerwig's whip-smart direction and Robbie's nuanced performance. Their absence from the

A Tapestry of Talent and Tenacity In the effervescent world of acting and comedy, Emma Ramos shines as a beacon of versatility and vibrancy. Her journey, woven with the threads of passion, resilience, and diversity, offers a rich narrative that resonates with aspiring artists and admirers alike. Early Inspirations: The Roots of a Dream Emma’s initiation into the realms of acting and comedy was nothing short of magical. Her father, an embodiment of humor and wisdom, served as her guiding star. He was her Norm Macdonald and Mahatma Gandhi rolled into one, teaching her to laugh through hardship and keep moving forward with a simple yet profound motto, “Ay que levantar los hombros” – raise your shoulders

Grab your book club wine and prepare for an exhilarating journey, as BookTok unveils a thrilling plot twist – it's charged with an energy more intense than a Harley muffler on a hot July day. Enter the realm of biker boys and BikerTok – those enigmatic, mysterious figures with their sleek crotch rockets and ever-present helmets. They're no longer distant fantasies; they've revved their engines right into the heart of BookTok, sparking #BookBae fever across the internet since last August and it's only gaining momentum. Imagine this: amidst your BookTok scrolling adventure, filled with paperback hauls and aesthetically pleasing book nooks, you suddenly encounter Kawasaki Kevin's realm. His tailored suits are as impressive as a stack of Sarah J.

Let's rip off the sparkly bandage, shall we? The Golden Globes, a night supposedly celebrating the pinnacle of cinematic achievement, instead stumbled face-first into a mire of misogyny, thanks to comedian Jo Koy's "hilarious" monologue. But here's the thing, Koy: your "boob joke" about Greta Gerwig's "Barbie" wasn't funny. It was shameful. It was a stale echo of the same tired trope that has objectified, belittled, and endangered women for far too long. And guess what? We're done laughing. While you were trying to tickle the ribs of a room full of Hollywood bigwigs, you inadvertently poked a nerve raw enough to ignite a global chorus of " enough is enough ."