On Your Mark, Get Set, Bark

You gotta wonder what a pep talk for a dog must sound like to a fly on the wall. “You got it, Rufus, you’re number one! You are the bone, be the bone, go after the bone. Get out there and tell those mutts what for!” Say “dog competition” and…

Bloody Well Right

After several years of taking the baddie roles Dennis Hopper was passing on, not to mention the occasional bizarro gamble (say, as Mr. Roarke in the short-lived Fantasy Island revival), Malcolm McDowell returns to prime form in Gangster No. 1. At long last, this spry and mean little film gives…

Cut Rate

For those with any kind of pop cultural memory, it’s more than a little surprising to see Ice Cube in a movie like Barbershop. Not because it’s a light comedy–Friday was, too, and that was certainly in character. What’s odd about Barbershop is its seeming embrace of positions that the…

Native Son

The much-celebrated Spokane/Coeur d’Alene poet and novelist Sherman Alexie (and writer-producer of Smoke Signals) brings all his ironic intelligence–the great elasticity of his mind–to bear on this striking, semi-autobiographical portrait of a successful Native American writer still struggling to reconcile opposites–his reservation childhood and his urban present, his worldly sophistication…

Mars Attacks

While it’s no longer the revolutionary tranifesto it may have been, D.A. Pennebaker’s 1973 concert film (first released in 1983) captures David Bowie’s meticulous identity quest with all the frenetic energy (read: slop) of a wildlife documentary on drugs. What this means for you, viewer and/or fan, is that the…

Three-hour Tour

In turn-of-the-century France, a minister (Charles Berling) scandalizes his tiny Protestant community by divorcing his wife (Isabelle Huppert) and falling in love with a newly arrived young woman (Emmanuelle Béart). Their existence is briefly idyllic, until he is called back to run his family’s china factory in Limoges. Between business…

Oh, Cho!

Taking up more or less from where her last concert film I’m the One That I Want (2000) left off, Margaret Cho continues her exploration of the outer limits of raunch with considerable brio. Like every female stand-up since the dawn of time, Cho’s humor is derived from this disparity…

Dance: 3, Looks: 3

After those first few piano notes sound as the lights come up on the panicked dancers of A Chorus Line, the audience should get hit with a full-on assault on the eardrums. As written, the opening song, “I Hope I Get It,” is a big blast of noise combining music,…

Hot, Hot and Not

Ah, September. The start of art’s regular season. What with Gallery Walk coming up this weekend and all the local bigwigs rolling out the rug, I figure it’s time to take a gander at some oft-overlooked venues. And what venue is more overlooked than the University of Texas at Arlington’s…

Metal and Stone

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” This is why artist Terry Stone abandoned life as an advertising art director and began to direct her own experiences into three-dimensional sculpture. When one finds his or her voice as an artist, it shouldn’t be avoided, and we’re glad Stone…

Cheat Sheet

There’s a reason we humans have pharynxes, larynxes and great, flopping, flexible, thrusting tongues. We speak. Ditto for our amazing opposable thumbs that fly furiously over a keyboard or grip a pencil with the greatest of ease. We write. With due deference to body language, we’ve evolved into word-dependent communicators,…

Bobby Love

Like Clint Eastwood, Robert De Niro is one of those guys who can make just about any material inherently enjoyable. Also like Eastwood, he will sometimes make you wish he’d pick roles that are a little more challenging. His recent record of relatively disposable films speaks for itself: tough-yet-sensitive cop…

Bad Trip

With Harvard Man, writer-director James Toback returns to his roots…in more ways than one. Not only does he admittedly draw on his own collegiate experiences with acid, but he also reuses plot elements from his first produced script, The Gambler, the 1974 James Caan vehicle directed by Karel Reisz. (Similar…

Class Dismissed

When a show begins with a funeral, watch out. A Class Act, a musical bio about troubled Broadway composer-lyricist Ed Kleban (now playing at Theatre Three), starts and ends at a fictional memorial service for Kleban at the Shubert Theatre in 1987 (his real memorial that year took place in…

Live Long, Prosper

One day long ago–or not, because no one except he and a rare few know the precise date–an actor dove into the ocean to save a drowning boy. He did not want to do it, but he had no choice. They gave him none, those who gathered around and expected…

On the Streets

The lyin’, cheatin’, rat-bastard financial wizards of Wall Street might not think much of our latest investment theory. But, hey, what have they done for you lately? Here it is; short, simple, free-for-nothing, without the slightest hope of a commission: Buy art. Buy original. Buy local. During the next two…

Viva La Revolution

Those who honored in May what they’d heard was Mexico’s independence day can do it again this week. They’ll be a lot closer to having the date right this time. Although Cinco de Mayo is sometimes mistakenly referred to as Mexican Independence Day in the United States, September 16 is…

Fully Developed

When Robin Williams was America’s favorite funnyman in films like Mrs. Doubtfire, it always felt a little strange admitting that the guy seemed kinda creepy. When he “got serious” in irritating tearjerkers such as Hook and What Dreams May Come, it was certainly in vogue to proclaim him annoying, but…

Fear the Creeper

If you’re looking for a horror film to revitalize the genre, keep looking. If you’re looking for a horror movie with believable characters…yes, you’re gonna have to keep looking. But if sudden loud noises, relentless strobe lights, digital hallucinations and mutilated corpses make you jump, and you believe that nothing…

New Order World

To misappropriate a choice comment from TV-journalist-turned-music-biz-impresario Tony Wilson, I’ll just say “Ian Curtis.” If you know what I mean, great; if you don’t, it doesn’t matter, but you should probably read more. That is, one need not be a fan of the late Ian Curtis, the epileptic new-wave seer…

House of Cards

Jesse Peretz, founding member of the Lemonheads, has made the transition from musician to filmmaker over the past decade or so by way of music videos, commercials and MTV interstitials. His debut feature, an adaptation of Ian McEwan’s First Love, Last Rites, won an award at the Rotterdam Film Festival…

Razzle Dazzle ‘Em

Hip-hooray and bushels of ballyhoo for the wide-open exuberance of 42nd Street, a musical so slap-happy with tapping and dripping with schmaltz, you could get giddy from it. The spectacular touring production now at the Music Hall at Fair Park is naughty, gaudy, bawdy and brimming with talent. The chorines…