Disney on Ice shows seem to be the only way Disney will put on a live show outside of a lavish Broadway musical. From Monsters Inc. to Finding Nemo, they keep rolling them out for the masses. I’m not quite sure how Nemo translates to ice, but if Tarzan ever…
There’s P.O.V., and then there’s P.O.V., and when it comes to a discussion about the best use of P.O.V. by a director, nine outta 10 times, Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window will win the prize hands down. We all know the story: Jimmy Stewart plays a man immobilized by a broken…
Many of you probably know the story of Matthew Shepard, the young gay man severely beaten and fatally wounded by two thugs near Laramie, Wyoming, in the fall of 1998. Often described as a hate crime, the notorious murder prompted nationwide debate on hate crimes legislation, with then President Clinton…
You may have heard people say that no good deed goes unpunished. This was artist Dan Eldon’s reality. The African photographer dedicated much of his life to service in Africa, raising funds and mentoring students, and it was there where he was stoned to death at age 23. But the…
With the widespread prevalence of Photoshop and other image-manipulation programs, anyone can create a photomontage these days. Once upon a time this wasn’t the case: Berlin dada artists were the first to experiment with photomontage during World War I, blending several images together by hand to make compelling visual (and…
Oi, these goyim and their indigestion-inducing foods, with the barbecues and the crawfish boils and what have you. Just thinking about that traif gets us all farblondzhet in the boykh. It’s absolute meshugas. Luckily, our khevre over at Tiferet Israel are ladling up some spicy nosh of comparable fiery deliciousness…
I usually hate when people say, “Well, now I’ve seen everything,” because that’s just preposterous. There’s simply no way you could have seen every single thing in the world, you lying liar. But now that I’ve seen that video of the late Anna Nicole Smith in clown makeup, talking baby…
For some boys who never grow up, G.I. Joe is a series of 12-inch dolls nameless except for military designation. For a younger generation, G.I. Joe is a line of 3 3/4-inch action figures packaged with file cards fleshing out enough characters and back story to inspire an after-school cartoon…
Did you ever read that Flowers in the Attic book? It’s creepy. Locking your kids in the attic I understand (kids are annoying and stinky), but the incest part of that book always made me cringe. Maybe it was that I could never ever picture making out with one of…
Apparently, we were wrong when we made that initial and unwavering assessment that jocks are just meatheads with no creative bones in their bodies. Course, that could’ve been because this one group of white-capped assholes in high school dubbed me “Artsy McRunslikeagirl,” but I still attest that’s my Choctaw name…
Some people go to the Dallas Auto Show to see the bright and shiny new cars, but not me. I go for an emotional roller coaster that’s better than a night at the theater. There’s sadness: The sight of lovely women whose careers come down to standing next to cars…
It’s been awhile since we’ve heard from Aaron Lewis and Staind, and thank god for that. Unfortunately the shaved and sour Lewis is currently on an acoustic solo tour, spewing his angsty seventh-grade poetry in “intimate” corporate theater settings across the country. In preparation for his Friday show at the…
Ever have two (or more) worlds (or social groups) that just shouldn’t mix (say, for instance, on a landmark birthday)? It’s awkward, it’s weird and while it’s totally entertaining, it usually requires some explanation to someone somewhere the day after. We’ve all been there. That’s what Sara Goode is about…
Since its inception, the people behind Art Prostitute have shed light on cutting-edge, up-and-coming artists. Every issue of Art Prostitute magazine and its corresponding gallery show manages to cover different media types, and their gallery openings are arguably the best in the city. The latest exhibition, Melodic Inversions and Contrary…
When my father was a little boy, he liked to eat. A lot. His baby sitter had a peach orchard in her backyard, and he once ate two dozen peaches in one sitting. This decadent feast was inevitably followed by a nasty stomachache, and to this day, if my dad…
In college lingo, “101” translates to “for beginners.” Generally, one doesn’t learn much in a 101 (due to sleeping late and skipping), but they are sometimes good for getting dates. Probably the only 101 class that would be good to take a date to would be Sushi 101 at Central…
Fascinated by the supposed discovery of the “lost tomb of Jesus,” unveiled last week on the Discovery Channel? Karen King, professor of ecclesiastical history at Harvard Divinity School and author of The Gospel of Mary of Magdala, will be discussing her newest book, Reading Judas: The Gospel of Judas and…
The word “Lincolnesque” gets thrown around a lot by people who really have no idea what they’re talking about. Take for instance Rick Santorum, who recently referred to President Bush’s handling of the Iraq War as “Lincolnesque,” a ridiculous notion if there ever was one. Lincoln ended slavery and saved…
Liberty, Gage, Churchill, Hardy—these are the names of which romance novels are made. But with Lisa Kleypas’ latest, Sugar Daddy, the reliance on All My Children-worthy handles might be the only similarity to traditional motifs of the genre. Oh sure, Sugar Daddy has the naughty bits and the good-girl-gettin’-some themes,…
The fact that O Brother, Where Art Thou? did not win a 2000 Oscar for best screenplay based on previous material—the award went to Traffic—proves that members of the Academy don’t read. I mean, come on! Joel and Ethan Coen collaborated with Homer, the Greek poet with some serious writing…
If Salvador Dali and Andy Warhol had a kid…wait a minute—they did. The “kid” inhabits a world revealed by artist David LaChapelle. Larger than life, sensual, quirky, colorful and waving an in-your-face “love me!” attitude, his photographs don’t just celebrate life, they create it—a vibrant, palpable fourth dimension of urban…
Long ago there reigned a clan of Speedo-wearing militaristic psychopaths called the Spartans. They lived beneath a copper-colored sky, on a copper-colored land, amidst copper-colored fields, in copper-colored homes made from copper-colored stone. Legend has it they would outline their copper-colored pecs and abs with ash to enhance their manly…
