THU 21 We love it when that little green light blinks “on,” and the camcorder’s rolling. Nothing like pretending we’re spending One Night in Paris to get us to perform. But dancing for the camera? We tend to shy away since the lens adds 10 pounds to our already wavy…
The Grudge bears the imprimatur of Sam Raimi, but alas, neither his sense of fun nor his smarts. The wunderkind director behind the Spider-Man and Evil Dead franchises has followed in the path of Robert Zemeckis and Joel Silver with their Dark Castle releases, launching his own lucrative spook factory,…
Ever since we were preteens, we’ve wanted to be James Bond and cruise the globe in search of SPECTRE and the honeys. We had every film memorized, right down to 007’s witty rejoinders as he dispatched whichever supervillain he was facing at a given moment (even if the double entendres…
10/21-11/14 Bob “Daddy-O” Wade knows weird when he sees it — or makes it. The “King of Texas Kitsch,” as fans and art enthusiasts call him, has long turned the dull into dazzling and the useless into priceless. His Technicolor-terrific revisions of early 1900s Western photography will be on display…
Fri 10/22 There’s no need to fear the reaper at this Fiesta de los Muertos — or Day of the Dead Party for those gringos who aren’t hip to the lingo. This shindig at 3121 East 27th Place on Friday, October 22, will have live music by Clown Band and…
Ditch your donkey-show and dollar-a-day hooker dreams. Tijuana is a real town with more to love than its proximity. So says Culture Clash, a national Chicano-Latino performance troupe. Clash is breaking down cultural barriers and busting gringo balls with its original play Bordertown, the opening of the Actors Theatre’s 20th…
Poor Dion Johnson. Surrounded by other “actors,” he’s nonetheless left all alone to make his way through two acts of The Elephant Man. That he turns in a spectacular performance and walks off with every minute of the show would be more impressive if he happened to share the stage…
Note to the next person to answer a cell phone call during a theater performance at which I am present: Enjoy your telephone conversation, because it will be your last. I will personally murder you with my bare hands at intermission. If you somehow evade me before Act Two commences,…
Maybe you’re one of the many who went to see Hero and were blown away. The historical Chinese setting, the attention to detail, the fights — who could blame you? There’s a better than average chance you may be thinking to yourself right now, “Self, that flick totally kicked ass…
10/23-10/24 Perhaps it’s because we appreciate the sheer everyday practicality of their design, or maybe they just appeal to our Wild West mentality. Whatever the case, Arizona has always served as a sort of unofficial Ground Zero for monster trucks and the people who love them. It’s all about the…
As a first-time novelist, it’s hard enough for Marc Acito to get even mild props from the literary establishment, much less any sexual play from adoring fans as a result of his newfound success. So don’t blame the guy for being open to a little bedtime storytelling when Acito and…
“Harvest” at eye lounge: Fall has arrived, and with it comes a fresh exhibition at eye lounge. Harvest, according to curators Carrie Bloomston and Greg Esser, is focused on both the literal reaping of botanical and horticultural bounty as well as the harvesting of the collective energies of the group…
If the tiny Quebecois island of Sainte Marie-La Mauderne is any indication, Michael Moore was right: Canadians do not lock their front doors (an assertion he made in Bowling for Columbine). Of course, the 125 residents of this tiny fictional community have no need to: Murders are unheard of here,…
THU 14 Touring bands — those without the benefit of big-name promotion and record company expense accounts — barely earn enough to pay their bar tab, much less a roadie. Then there’s mamaSutra, a funky, no-nonsense blues/jazz band from southern California, playing at the Rhythm Room, 1019 East Indian School…
A parody of Gerry Anderson marionette shows (like Thunderbirds and Joe 90), Jerry Bruckheimer action movies, and the ’80s cartoon/toy line M.A.S.K. , Team America: World Police boils all those ingredients down to their essences, starting with the theme song “Americaaa . . . Fuck yeah!” (imagine it scored like…
Sun 10/17 While men fantasize about the seductive third-date strip tease, women dread the nuances that come with the nerve-racking experience. What music do I play? Where does one find an industry-standard strip pole? Can granny panties ever look sexy? Who will hold my boobs up while I dance? How…
10/15-10/17 The ladies are packing lightly for Have Tassels Will Travel, a play following the life of burlesque dancer Satan’s Angel, The Devil’s Mistress. The play, which runs from Friday, October 15, through Sunday, October 17, at The Trunk Space, 1506 Grand Avenue, features performances by several burlesque dancers and…
Linda King is digging past a mound of dirty clothes and clutter, into a corner of her bedroom, where the air is stagnant and stale, to find her inspiration. “This is my muse,” King declares, followed by a nervous giggle, as she lifts the clay bust she molded of Charles…
Once upon a time, eighth graders bought pot from classmates and smoked it right on school grounds, with barely a glance over their shoulders. Today, thanks to hyper-conservative “zero tolerance” rules, kids don’t dare carry a couple of aspirins to school for fear of expulsion. Just ask 13-year-old Hayley Hoffman,…
It would be so easy to titter and scoff at Shall We Dance?, a Miramaxed-out version of the 1996 Japanese film of the same name, which told of a bored businessman who is reinvigorated after a few dozen dance lessons. This version, with its cast of glow-in-the-dark movie stars and…
The first exceptional drama of 2004 is here, and it only took, what, six months? Perhaps unsurprisingly, The Mother comes from British writer Hanif Kureishi, who penned the gritty, South Asian-in-London marvels My Beautiful Laundrette and My Son the Fanatic. On the other hand, its director is Roger Michell, lately…
When your name is Dr. Chud, which stands for “Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Drummer,” and your horror-punk-themed solo project is touring during the scariest time of the year, you’d expect a stage show filled with grisly gore, rotting corpses and ghastly deeds. So what does the good doctor mention first when…
