Ah, summer. The season of intellectual light lifting, of beach reading and crowd-pleasing museum shows, welcome respites from heat and headlines alike. Between WorldCom and Nasdaq and Al Qaeda, these are times that try Norte Americano souls. And so while there is no ideal moment for a show like De…
I never understood the mohawk. As someone who has shaved his head for seven years now, I feel as though I can speak on these matters as an expert. The shaved head makes sense. Male-pattern baldness creeps in, makes a young man appear infinitesimally less sexy, so he conquers his…
While countless American earthlings gaze with wonder at the colorful Fourth of July lights filling the nation’s skies, such behavior is nothing new for the creative creatures of a couple of local theaters. The result: an attention-starved extraterrestrial’s dream come true–two “otherworldly” theatrical productions under way in the Dallas-Fort Worth…
Talk about trading down: Adam Sandler now stands in for Gary Cooper, Winona Ryder for Jean Arthur, screenwriter Tim Herlihy (The Waterboy, Billy Madison) for Robert Riskin (It Happened One Night, Meet John Doe), director Steven Brill (Little Nicky) for the immortal Frank Capra. The mind reels at the possibilities…
There are a few dubious claims affecting the popular perception of the life and death of Napoleon Bonaparte. Despite the legend, he wasn’t, at 5-foot-6, particularly short. He was also more than just the sturdy product of military training at Brienne and Paris, considering that his Corsican mother adamantly disciplined…
Pretend Derek Jacobi is John Cleese, imagine it’s all but a daft and cruel joke, and you will find Paul Cox’s film tolerable; if you can’t, you will find it unbearable. The dancer, a startlingly handsome man who appears in photos like a silent-movie star begging to speak and shout,…
An evil industrialist (voice of Paul Sorvino) intends to knock down the neighborhood in which Arnold (Spencer Klein), the kid with the football-shaped head, and his friends happily reside. Needless to say, Arnold must fight the clock to thwart this catastrophe. In the ’80s, animator Craig Bartlett introduced Arnold in…
Clearly, director Malcolm Clark and writer Sean Kanan (an actor by day, not a writer, and no friggin’ duh) wanted to adapt J. D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye, like thousands of other would-bes and wannabes before them. When they figured out that wasn’t going to happen, they instead…
Naked emotion is a tricky thing to sell, especially in semiautobiographical films about confused mama’s boys gradually learning that life exists beyond the control of their lens. The latter two of this cut’s three hours richly expand upon the romantic longing (for Agnese Nano young, Brigitte Fossey older) and deliver…
Just about everything in The Wizard of Oz at the Dallas Summer Musicals at Fair Park is like it is in the great old MGM movie we know so well. Dorothy skips down the yellow brick road in a blue gingham pinafore. Glinda the Good Witch floats into Munchkinland on…
The last time the McKinney Avenue Contemporary invited an artist to slap black paper cut-outs on its white-walled gallery, controversy ensued. Back in January 1999, Kara Walker waxed the MAC’s walls and posted black-paper silhouettes depicting sexual atrocities and violence which were as dark as her intended commentary on America’s…
It only figures that the best channel on television is one dedicated to showing ancient films, these glorious black-and-white shadows. Turner Classic Movies is an oasis in the satellite-TV wasteland; when there’s nothing else on, and there never is, TCM generously allows the casual fan and fetishistic student to travel…
Celestial Rhythm Celebrations’ Summer SolstiCelebration began as a poet’s roundtable that met regularly at Club Dada in Deep Ellum. One of the nights fell on the same day as the summer solstice–known to most folks as the first day of summer–so Dallas literary fixture and poet Joe Stanco, who passed…
Steven Spielberg just might turn into a great director if only he’d stop sabotaging his movies. For the second time in as many films, he demolishes his product with a third act that renders all that’s come before it void. It’s as though Minority Report, set in a near future…
It’s easy to love Robin Tunney–she’s pretty, and she can act–but it gets harder and harder to understand her choices. The Craft was a good call, and undoubtedly furthered her options, as it did for co-stars Neve Campbell and Fairuza Balk. But many of her parts since that 1996 film…
Iranian director Majid Majidi received a mantelful of awards, was nominated for an Oscar for Best Foreign Film and got some American attention for his 1997 feature Children of Heaven, the simple story of a little boy who loses a pair of shoes and goes to great lengths to keep…
If it’s possible for a film to be simultaneously ambitious and banal, The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys is it. There’s little here we haven’t seen repeatedly in some form or another–growing up Catholic is popular fodder for filmmakers, as is growing up in the American South, usually in a…
Naked emotion is a tricky thing to sell, especially in semiautobiographical films about confused mama’s boys gradually learning that life exists beyond the control of their lens. The latter two of this cut’s three hours richly expand upon the romantic longing (for Agnese Nano young, Brigitte Fossey older) and deliver…
This thoughtful and somewhat languid adaptation of Anton Chekhov’s 1904 play finds its beauty in the heady performance of Charlotte Rampling as Lyubov, childlike matriarch of a fast-fading period of social polarity. Returning from a long-term Paris retreat to her Russian estate and its complex web of disparate characters, not…
The challenge faced here by writer-director Robert Guédiguian (Charge!) is to keep his cheap melodrama from curdling his insightful societal appraisal. Michèle (Ariane Ascaride) is a dutiful young grandmother in Marseille, working nights packing fish to support her useless husband, Claude (Pierre Banderet), her junkie-prostitute daughter Fiona (Julie-Marie Parmentier) and…
Somewhere outside the Magic Kingdom, there are bored people. Blissfully unaware of the suits who design the multiplex fodder they’ll be mentally munching, these people discover a movie about a pug-nosed and pugnacious little Hawaiian girl bearing the boy’s name of Lilo (voiced by Daveigh Chase) and her barely adult…
Shouldn’t have said yes, couldn’t say no. The deal was simple, and those who chose to accept it had made their own private pact with the showbiz-journalism devil. “You will spend an hour with Tom Cruise and an hour with Steven Spielberg,” said the publicist, a lovely woman from 20th…
