Thursday 8.8 Performance art Double-up at the DMA — It’s a great night to immerse yourself in performance art when two events happen simultaneously at the DMA. In one wing, PerformanceSW and Apophenia Underground bring a panel/performance combo. In another, local body mover/shaker Danielle Georgiou rips through I hate it…
The Guardian called Post Tenebras Lux “an opaque, unforthcoming, exasperating work.” Salon author Andrew O’Hehir countered, saying Carlos Reygadas’ newest is “a mesmerizing combination of opaque art-house cinema, personal reflection and class-based rural thriller.” (He then went on to slam Terrence Malick.) These reviews are indicative of the erotic, heady…
Endearing is a weird word to use for horror movies, but it’s an accurate one for independent and low budget horror movies that aren’t lazy creature features or slasher flicks. Enter Jug Face, which opens at Magnolia Theater this Friday. Ada lives in a backwoods community in an unnamed part…
Movie stars shouldn’t be subject to the rules of gravity, as we mere mortals are. One of the great pleasures of watching actors is to see them move, and when yesterday’s youngsters start creaking, we feel it in our joints. That’s not to say actors can’t age gracefully, or that…
If there’s one nuance mainstream comedies have yet to learn, it’s that “empathetic” need not mean “likable” — audiences can feel for characters they don’t necessarily want to be. The hit black comedy Horrible Bosses, which had three angry underlings plotting murderous vengeance against their you-know-whats, should have been a…
It’s the Monday after closing night, and the director is cleaning up the last set pieces from his performance space. There are video-game consoles stacked in the bathroom, disconnected security cameras hanging from the ceiling, and a pair of blank-loaded pistols that, thankfully, he just a moment earlier removed from…
When David Gordon Green introduced Paul Rudd to Emile Hirsch, the two actors didn’t click. It was an awkward seafood dinner. “Emile just started talking about something — girls, maybe — and I was doing a piss-poor job of trying to follow along,” recalls Rudd. “And when Emile got up…
For anyone who’s been going to the movies at all regularly over the past 45 years, Woody Allen is practically family. His movies may draw fewer passionate responses than they did in the ’70s and ’80s, but we still feel compelled to reckon with him. Whenever Allen comes out with…
In David Lowery’s sublime new film, Ain’t Them Bodies Saints, Bob Muldoon (Casey Affleck), who’s serving 25 to life for armed robbery and wounding a cop during a shootout, frequently puts pencil to parchment paper and writes love letters to his girlfriend, Ruth (Rooney Mara). Bob’s aching, lovelorn voice can…
It’s an exciting time for emerging arts across Dallas and Fort Worth, a point that’s proven well at DallasSites: Available Space, the let’s-do-this collaborative show currently on view at the Dallas Museum of Art’s main gallery. An interesting element of the all-local exhibition is the amount of room being given…
The best part of Kathy Griffin is that she’ll call out all the dickholes in Hollywood and when you see her live, it’s like she’s calling them out just to you. Like you’re a couple of gal pals getting some dippity ’dos at the local salon even if you’re no…
It’s summer time and the livin’ is sleazy. Embracing the smut is the best way to escape the heat, and there’s no better way to celebrate smuttiness than with pornography, foot-fetishism and the one and only Divine. At 9:30 p.m. Friday, Texas Theatre (213 W. Jefferson Blvd.) is screening John…
When you’ve finished swimming in the Dumpster pool over at the Dallas Contemporary, wring yourself out, then drip over to the Design District and Oak Cliff for Saturday night’s art opening events. You’ll start off on Dragon Street, where the summer’s heat has cleared the way for experimentation. At Photographs…
We officially have less than half a year until Christmas, but the holidays still feel far away. Add on the August heat and we’re all in need of the next best thing to a winter wonderland: the Summer Santa Rampage. Starting at 3 p.m. Saturday at the Mockingbird DART station,…
You have to love the Texas Theatre. One week they give you obscure 35-mm films and the next it’s comedian Pete Holmes, live. Who is this Pete character, you ask? Sit tight, little Holmes-ies, I’m gonna tell you all about him. First and foremost — and probably something he’d prefer…
The Dumpster pool is perhaps the most brilliant of brilliant summer ingenuities. Co-opting a fire hydrant for a little cool-down action has moxie, you understand, but only until a truckload of pissed-off firemen arrive. But a pool that bypasses all manner of construction equipment to bring you a deep, shimmering…
After years of waiting, the time has finally come: It’s opening weekend of the new Alamo Drafthouse! Metroplex cinephiles can finally sit back with some eats and sips and enjoy awesome movies in a talk-and-text-free zone, so what are you waiting for? If you’re trying to decide when to pop…
Wonder what a room full of herpers looks like? Well, once you discover that herpers are fans of reptiles, amphibians and all things cold-blooded, you’ll realize that herpers are everywhere, and you may be one too. Whether you like frogs, snakes, turtles or lizards, you can embrace your inner herp…
It may be more than a hundred degrees outside with no sign of letting up, but on Sunday, you’re gonna need to put on your coat … the brown one. At least, you will if you want to look the part for the annual Can’t Stop the Serenity event, benefitting…
The Guardian called Post Tenebras Lux “an opaque, unforthcoming, exasperating work.” Salon author Andrew O’Hehir countered, saying Carlos Reygadas’ newest is “a mesmerizing combination of opaque art-house cinema, personal reflection and class-based rural thriller.” (He then went on to slam Terrence Malick.) These reviews are indicative of the erotic, heady…
We take our chills when we can get them in the summer months: snow cones, the air-conditioned confines of we-don’t-even-care-where, and blood-curdling moments on the big screen. I’ll argue that the spate of summer slasher pics don’t quite accomplish that, though — nobody feels cool after 90 minutes of anxiety-feeding…
Nothing is more timeless than the battle between good and evil, and in no place is it more apparent than in great works of literature. In Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time, that battle is fought by the young, as Meg and Charles Wallace Murry and their friend Calvin join…
