Bein’ Good to Mama

At 7:30 p.m. this Saturday, head to the Harmony in the House benefit featuring Queen Latifah at The Majestic Theatre, 1925 Elm St. It’s the beginning of Latifah’s national tour for her new jazz album, Trav’lin’ Light (Seriously, Queen? Trav’lin’ Light? What, did the “e” and the “l” in the…

Collective Blow

Anytime someone my age waxes nostalgic about our mid-’90s high school years being the “golden years” of alt-rock radio, I want to puke. My gorge rises because two song snippets will run through my head: Ed Kowalczyk hysterically over-emoting, “Her placenta falls to the floor,” during Live’s “Lightning Crashes,” then…

Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, Ho

It’s really sweet to see a collaboration of entities all coming together for the benefit of the children. It’s like a Michael Jackson song come to life. So when the Children’s Medical Center and the Angelika Film Center of Plano united for a series of children’s classics, all I could…

Museum’s Loaded

An institution once held in the highest of regards, along with Mom and apple pie, as a symbol of unshakable American awesomeness, baseball has become somewhat of a bloated behemoth, all but collapsing beneath the weight of gazillion-dollar franchise dynasties, sordid doping scandals and unnecessary, if occasionally able, expansion teams…

Ocupado

When I first heard about photographer Terry Falke’s exhibition, Observations in an Occupied Wilderness, I thought, “Great, more thoroughly original African animal portraits.” Wrong. Falke captures the American Southwest, by (not an original idea by any means) “emphasizing the incongruities observed in humankind’s interaction with the environment,” meaning artsy shots…

Mmm, Hanson

During the eighth grade, every girl in my school came down with a raging fever that caused them to behave even more crazily than usual. The cause? Teenybopper rock band Hanson, who were in the process of taking over the world. My oh-so-edgy friends and I had but one recourse:…

Faith-Based Punk

Bad Religion was always made fun of as “Ph.D. punk” when I was in high school. Their 1982 debut LP, How Could Hell Be Any Worse, however, was a trend-setting release that laid the tracks for their later albums and established their trademark style. Future releases were filled with very…

Just Fudge It

You’d think it’d be hard growing up with a nickname like Fudge, but it’d be even more unfortunate to grow up with Fudge as a little brother. Long before the beloved Judy Blume classic Superfudge, there was Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, the introductory story of poor Peter Hatcher…

Model Marketing

You might have seen R&B singer/Tommy Hilfiger model Tyrese this summer battling giant killer Decepticons in Transformers. Or perhaps you caught him a couple summers back racing Japanese cars in 2 Fast 2 Furious. Or maybe you saw him co-starring in the Dennis Quaid remake of Flight of the Phoenix…

Space Is The Place

“Space” is one of those words that doesn’t really mean anything. It’s a concept that can’t really be put into a concise term. You can’t define space as boundary-less, because my half-empty Dr Pepper can has space in it. But then you have outer space, which is theoretically limitless. It’s…

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Once again, The Modern gets all snooty with another highbrow affair. This time they want to show us “great movies we haven’t heard of yet.” Is that uppity or what? It’s as if they are daring us to be in the know and have the advantage over all our less-than-cultured…

Luau Learning

The closest I’ve ever come to Hawaiian food was eating at Islands every Sunday after church when I was a kid. See, the waitstaff wears Hawaiian shirts, and there’s a burger on the menu that you know is authentically Hawaiian because it includes pineapple slices. Yum! But if wine and…

Animalistic Art

The title of the new exhibition at Road Agent Gallery comes from something Aldous Huxley once wrote: “Three-quarters of the time one’s never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.” And while it seems a strange sentiment for someone who made his name writing…

Hot, Buttered Drama

Perhaps the only scene more fickle and catty than a seventh-grade class, Hollywood is a dangerous, glamorous place that’s known to chew up and spit out the popular kids with as much abandon as the fringy, nerdy ones. Cases in point: Ingrid Bergman’s banishment in the ’50s for having the…

The Road Often Traveled

Traveling from Texas to Mexico used to be a lot harder. The first rail connections to Mexico weren’t implemented until the mid-1880s, and air travel there wasn’t available until the 1950s. Eastfield Library, at Eastfield College, exhibits Destination México, documenting the many ways that people have run for the border…

Genesis Swings

The 17th annual Genesis Women’s Shelter Golf Classic takes place Thursday at the Prestonwood Country Club, 15909 Preston Road. The tournament, founded in 1990 by Ellen Terry Realtors, has raised more than $500,000 to help provide food, clothing and counseling for battered women and their children. Sponsorships begin at $2,500,…

Building a Bridge

Whether we’re at the casino boats hemorrhaging chips at the Texas Hold ‘Em table or engaging in a furious game of Uno with our 10-year-old niece, we totally suck at card games. But we love the idea of card games, and we love reading about people who are as bad…

Stage Trash

If you’re gonna call your stage production The Great American Trailer Park Musical, you better have the goods to back it up. We want to see some tacky living, dammit. You know what we’re talking about—Dale Earnhardt memorabilia, Keystone Light, Power Wheels, three-legged dogs, stolen cable, that peanut butter and…

Feelin’ Kinda Buffy

If you haven’t seen episode 107 of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, it’s hard to explain. You see, Sunnydale is under an enchantment that turns everyday life into a musical, courtesy of a dancing demon. And Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her friends are afflicted too. Even Spike, the vampire in…

Feeling Feverish?

Saturday Night Fever: 30th Anniversary Special Collector’s Edition (Paramount) For all its camp-classic status as the ultimate disco-fever dream, John Badham’s movie truly is remarkable—a foul-mouthed, mean-streets masterpiece that just happens to feature a Bee Gees score that spreads like melted cheese 30 years later. And, of course, it contains…

Help!

After Hair, Hairspray and the mass marketing of tie-dye, can the ’60s be shrunk to fit any further? Yes, indeed, here comes Julie Taymor to run the revolutions of sex, class and race through the PG-13 sieve. Not that one turns to musicals for deep thought, but John Waters at…

Walk Through the Valley

Even the most adamantly anti-war movies about American soldiers returning from Vietnam—Hal Ashby’s Coming Home (1978) and Oliver Stone’s Born on the 4th of July (1989)—redeemed their mangled, embittered grunts through the love of good women, devoted parents, political resistance or all of the above. You can’t pin that kind…