Glastonbury (THINKFilm) Only a Julien Temple concert doc would get the R rating–for nudity (male, mostly, and not terribly flattering at that), drug use (weed, mostly–yawn), language and sexual content. Also dig the overwrought BBC narration, in which Glastonbury is described as a former refuge for “saints, mystics, and holy…
I was driving home from work the other day when it occurred to me that, despite being college-educated and reasonably intelligent, I have no idea how my car works. I know the gas goes in, because I do that part. But after that it gets fuzzy. When the mechanic’s telling…
Blood & Chocolate (Sony) Breach (Universal) The Cecil B. DeMille Classics Collection (Passport) Deadwood: The Complete Third Season (HBO) 52 Pick-Up (MGM) Ghost Rider (Sony) The Hardy Boys Nancy Drew Mysteries: Season Two (Universal) Hellboy: Blood & Iron (Anchor Bay) James Stewart: Screen Legend Collection (Universal) Jesse Stone: Night Passage…
A true-crime yarn told largely by the criminal, with supporting testimony from his curiously forgiving victim, Crazy Love comes billed as a documentary. But it can’t really be considered journalism—unless you count as journalism the sort of lurid tabloid exposé whose 100-point headline blurts, “ACID-ATTACKER MARRIES HIS VICTIM!” As New…
Uplifted beyond its merits by a stunning performance from Marion Cotillard, the humdrum biopic of Edith Piaf, La Vie en Rose, jogs obligingly along with Piaf the legend rather than the woman. It’s not hard to do, given the fuzzy borders between Piaf’s undeniably scarred life and her relentless gift…
So lame it’s…cool? Nancy Drew, writer-director Andrew Fleming’s attempt to jump-start a new Warner Bros. franchise, is a movie flaunting a most obvious demographic strategy—a teen flick with a sensibility, or at least sense of humor, that’s most definitely parental. Invented in 1930 by the same Stratemeyer syndicate that gave…
Hear that? It’s the happy hum of satisfied theatergoers enjoying a harmonic convergence of musical theater. At Fair Park you’ve got a stripped-to-the-beautiful-bones Chicago sporting a jim-dandy cast of singers and dancers—plus Lisa Rinna, a not-so-terrible TV personality. At Theatre Three you have the local premiere of Tony Kushner’s Caroline,…
Some people don’t do drugs because they’re against the idea. I don’t do drugs because I can’t afford all the Cheetos, Doritos and STD testing it would require. Plus, I’m allergic to patchouli and crack rocks (I had a really thorough scratch test). 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Wednesday, bust…
After I saw Monty Python and the Holy Grail with friends in junior high, we spent about the next decade quoting it back and forth. “I’m not dead yet!” “And he’s got big fangs, like this.” “I fart in your general direction.” It was funny to us and annoying to…
All right, all right, we all know that Easy Rider is one of the most iconoclastic films of all time. We all know that it is full of wacked-out performances and was made on a shoestring budget by “real hippies” who most likely don’t even remember being on the set…
Time was, the celebration of Juneteenth—commemorating June 19, 1865, the day Union Major General Gordon Granger informed slaves in Galveston that they had been freed—was a much bigger holiday. It was black Texans’ version of the Fourth of July. Today, the celebrations are more modest, but the day of freedom…
It’s a throwdown of cosmic proportions, as shocking and powerful as the Rumble in the Jungle, as loaded with metaphor and subtext as Louis v. Schmeling, and as close as this generation will get to a mythic battle between good and evil. It is, of course, the Def Comedy Jam…
Always look on the bright side of life. We do, and so do the creators of Dadfest, a morning-long dad party celebrating dudes with spawn. Dadfest features a kids’ 50-yard dash, a 5K run and something called the “diaper dash,” which sounds more like what Grandpa does after a big…
I know that in 1989, your favorite album was the Cure’s Disintegration. You’ve liked them since sixth grade, right? You were the only person in your high school cool enough to eschew hair metal. You never owned a “Don;’t Have a Cow, Man” T-shirt. And that Mötley Crüe album? That…
Eleven Hundred Springs’ tour dates are full of Texas towns you’ve probably driven through but never stopped in (Gainesville, Stephenville, Helotes, Spring Branch, West Tawakoni, Alpine, Chilicothe, etc., etc), which just goes to show you why they’re one of Texas’ most beloved true country bands—they work hard at it. Like…
You can’t trust short people with your jewelry—at least not your special power ring that controls the universe. I got one in a cereal box when I was a kid and put my parents under a spell where they were late everywhere and couldn’t remember people’s names. It hasn’t worn…
Jason Woelfel’s photographs are the stuff of glossy calendars, “Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy” and those inspirational posters on the ceiling of your dentist’s office, which is to say—they’re damn scenic. His Web site, after all, can be found at scenicimages.com, where you’ll see nature photographs of Texas, Oklahoma, New…
Tolerance? You want to talk about tolerance, Flower Mound Performing Arts Theatre, home of the upcoming play about acceptance, Honk!? OK, then. We’ll talk about tolerating people who think movies are a great place to bring babies. How about tolerating that jerk in sales who drinks the last of the…
Dave Mason is hardly a household name, but he’s had a rather impressive rock ‘n’ roll career. At the age of 18, he founded the seminal prog-rock band Traffic with Steve Winwood, penning the anthemic “Feeling Alright” a year later. Now in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame—admittedly a…
If ever there were a win-win, it’s this: You grab one or more packages of dried pasta, you bring it down to Ferré, the nouveau Italian joint in the West Village (3699 McKinney Ave., to be exact,) and you hand it over. The Ferré folks will send it along to…
For a while there, we were concerned with the über-patriotism plaguing the nation. Don’t get us wrong, country-lovin’ is good, key, in fact, to a successful community, but that seemingly capitalistic trend of magnetic flaggy car ribbons and decals had us worried for a while (and we weren’t the only…
I graduated from Richland College a couple of years ago, and I swear it totally changed my life. I made great friends, had amazing instructors (one even became my mentor), got published and, ultimately, the Robert Wilonsky spoke to my class. Can it get much better? It didn’t hurt that…
