Not long ago, videogames were about collecting coins and rescuing the princess. Now you’re more likely to gun her down in a drive-by. Or eat her alive. Welcome to JAWS Unleashed. You’re a pitiless great white, hungry for human flesh. Unfortunately, this absurd and aimless chompfest can’t decide whether the…
Adventures of Superman: The Complete First Four Seasons (Warner Bros.) The Art of Erotic Dancing (BFS) Austin City Limits 2005 Music Festival (Image) Charlie Chan: Volume One (Fox) The Cult of the Suicide Bomber (The Disinformation Company) Eight Below (Disney) Equinox: The Criterion Collection (Criterion) A Fine Madness (Warner Bros.)…
Few artists have the ability to polarize an audience like Tom Waits. Music critics swear by him as one of America’s greatest songwriters. Most everybody else just marvels at the fact the man who had a broken-glass-on-a-gravel-road voice during his early-’70s heyday (and sounded like he was singing from the…
Did you hear about Dakota Fanning’s rehab stint last year? Of course it was a joke, though some people didn’t find it all that funny. E! learned their lesson that day: Don’t hire a D-list celebrity like Kathy Griffin (known for her entertaining celebrity smack-talk) to represent you on the…
If you’re new to competitive bullriding, you might not know about the rise of Brazilian riders in the American Professional Bull Riders (PBR) circuit. Might seem strange, but did you know that one of the country’s best is not only Brazilian but also calls Keller home? Adriano Moraes, the two-time…
Doug Stanhope is one dirty, dirty man. Most famous for his stints as host of the second generation of The Man Show—along with friend and fellow sell-out Joe Rogan—and that Girls Gone Wild video where he told a drunken young co-ed to show him “where babies feed” (both of which…
When Ralphie May was asked to lose weight for the role of “fat guy” at an audition, it had to be a rude awakening. But I would think coming in second to Dat “I’ve proven it’s possible to take Margaret Cho’s act and make it less funny” Phan on NBC’s…
Hey, nerds! Put on your capes and charge up your light sabers—it’s book-signing time. Aaron Allston will be on hand at area Borders stores to discuss and sign the first of a new nine-book series in the ever-continuing Star Wars saga, Star Wars Legacy of the Force: Betrayal. For fans…
Hey, nerds! Put on your capes and charge up your light sabers—it’s book-signing time. Aaron Allston will be on hand at area Borders stores to discuss and sign the first of a new nine-book series in the ever-continuing Star Wars saga, Star Wars Legacy of the Force: Betrayal. For fans…
The batboy is one of the most revered supporting characters in all of sport, easily besting other favorites like “kid who mops up Dirk’s sweat” and “kid who chases errant tennis serves.” After all, who could forget the batboy in The Natural, offering Robert Redford his handmade bat to knock…
Lewis Black cannot let things go. From politics to the fact that he’s running behind for our interview, Black has got troubles that aren’t going anywhere. And yet, the notoriously surly comedian is friendly and unintimidating off screen (a shock, since he owns one of the most distinctive baritones in…
Seems we’ll plug just about anything in this paper; who’s on the schedule next week, Anne Murray and Nickelback? What’s left to say about Chicago at this late date? Started as a horny pop band, wound up as a schmaltz factory; music rarely gets this innocuous and offensive at the…
Gloria Allred belongs to that odd subset of celebrities whose fame comes from dispensing opinions on topics they know nothing about. One of the more irritating television commentators just white of Starr Jones—I’ve heard her speak dozens of times and can’t recall a single provocative thought—Allred never turns down an…
J. Michelle Martin-Coyne must be the most frequently inspired photographer around. When you’re living with a guy like Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips, how could you not be? Let’s run down a short list of potential subjects at your average Flaming Lips show: Steven Drozd and Michael Ivins rocking…
I’ve always been fascinated by people’s fear of clowns. I can see why they bring on the heebie-jeebies. Ronald McDonald will clog your arteries. John Wayne Gacy throws you under his house. Tammy Faye will open her mouth. It is a rational fear. Who knows what person is really lurking…
Sydney Pollack was in town the other day to pimp the first documentary in his decades-long career that spans from early TV to latter-day Nicole Kidman-Sean Penn duds, and I asked him whether he’d ever want to be the subject of a movie like his own that probes the personal…
“Attention! You thought the trip down the humid, bloody birth canal was hell? You ain’t even felt terror yet! While at boot camp, your sorry, diapered butt will report promptly to the latrine every hour, on the hour. What’s that, recruit? No, I DON’T care if you have to go…
In 1896, when Dallas icon Sarah T. Hughes was born, women didn’t even have the vote. When she graduated from a girls’ college, the only profession open to women was schoolteacher. Hughes did that two years and said phooey. In 1919, she enrolled in George Washington University, studying law at…
Oh, it’s not enough for Alain Gerard Clement to draw cool stuff and hang it on the wall. No, he’s got to show everyone up–smoke the proverbial asses of artists near and far by employing a time-consuming extra step–the photogenic technique/process of W.H.F. Talbot straight outta the 1800s. Clement turns…
Thirty kajillion people can’t be wrong, so there must be something good about American Idol. Looks like a saccharine, overlong version of the old Gong Show to me, but I’m obviously missing something. And contemporary dance? That’s the one with the hippies flailing around in bare feet, right? Not my…
Figaro! Figaro, figaro, figaro! Figaro! Figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro! Figaro! And that, friends, is all I know about opera. But if Le Nozze di Figaro (The Marriage of Figaro) is anywhere near as intriguing as the Living Opera’s Web site (which features a desperado flashing a hand of cards and…
Luckily, the production of When I Was a Child at the Dallas Children’s Theater, 5938 Skillman St., isn’t focused on our younger years. Good thing–stagings of homework done on time and standing out in right field would bore you to tears, though occasional whining fits at Chili’s might’ve been entertaining…
