On February 20, or seven months later than promised, the five major music labels and some retailers began sending out checks for $13.86 to people who bought CDs from 1995 to 2000 and felt, Jeez, ya know, I paid too much for that CD. The checks are the result of...
Cocktail hour extends to nearly three in WaterTower Theatre's bouncy, boozy production of Company. The Stephen Sondheim-George Furth musical finds a group of five upscale married couples gathering for the 35th birthday of bachelor Bobby (Donald Fowler), a 1970s Manhattan playboy with an aversion to settling down. Everybody sings, and...
Late last Saturday night, I was headed to the Cavern on Lower Greenville for a late-night smackerel when something caught my eyes. Well, not caught them so much as stung them, badly. My throat began to burn in the weirdest, most unnatural way. As I reached the corner of Eight...
Next Tuesday, our celebrated urban core will be needled out of its tequila-addled mind when the Dallas version of Iron Cactus Mexican Grill and Margarita Bar debuts. The three-story, 14,000-square-foot restaurant, imported from Austin, comes complete with a cylindrical tower housing a winding staircase, a rooftop deck that overlooks Dallas'...
Barnyard Betsy Odom makes life on the farm wholly surreal and extra-terrestrial. Odom uses everyday materials--duct, masking and reflective tape, papier maché, plastic, Styrofoam, latex wall paint and Astroturf--to sculpt a landscape more inflected by the wonderland of Lewis Carroll's beloved Alice than Rudy's Farm of sausage fame. Strolling a...
By: Photographs by Nan Coulter As the prepositional title of the show suggests, Coulter's photographs set in relief images that are in between: pictures that are pregnant with the remains of what came before and the possibilities of what comes after. While Coulter has photographed world-renowned cities, you won't find...
"I consider myself a tequila connoisseur," says Agave Azul founder Zotico Reyes. "It's the spirit of Mexico...the myth of it, the taste itself." Reyes, a longtime Dallas-Fort Worth restaurant pro (La Margarita, Mi Cocina, Cozymel's), has both Greek and Mexican heritage, which might explain his attraction to both the "spirit"...
The Dallas Morning News special section a week ago, "Dallas at the Tipping Point," was really strong stuff. I know, I know. You're just waiting for me to find fault with it. After all, the News, such a booster these years, finally presented statistical evidence to show that Dallas is...
Those seeking a spiritual counterpart to the yin of Lynne Ramsay's masterfully moody Morvern Callar will find their yang in David Mackenzie's exquisitely sorrowful Young Adam. Art-house aficionados may recall that in Ramsay's recent film, a young male writer commits suicide, leaving his simple girlfriend to absorb his very being...
"We must keep the atmosphere electrified!" announces creepy Igor in reference to an abominable experiment in Van Helsing, but he could be appraising the entirety of this enormous event movie. Breathless cutting, nonstop special effects and a pummeling soundtrack camouflage very silly plotting and mediocre-to-sappy dialogue--and yet the thrash-and-burn technique...
A few months ago, just as John Kerry began to dominate the Democratic presidential primary races, John O'Neill lay in bed at Houston's Methodist Hospital, recovering from surgery he'd undergone to donate a kidney to his wife, Anne. It's rare that a husband can successfully donate organs to his wife,...
Thrill seekers have a word for almost every moment aboard a roller coaster, and if they were to describe Sam Nguyen's position in the summer of 2001, they would say he was at the top of the lift hill. After all, Sam held a freshly minted season pass to Six...
Suicide made merry. Brotherly devotion tinged with carnal deceit. Personal tragedy transformed by malicious humor. These are some of the oil-and-water notions advanced by Lone Scherfig's Wilbur, a mood-switching meditation on love and death that goes out of its way to yank our chains. From the sly come-on of her...
Truth is, from the female perspective, all men are fixer-uppers. There's always at least one thing he does wrong that, were he to fix it according to our instructions, he'd be just about perfect. Like that guy who wears tasseled loafers with shorts. A simple repair. Or the otherwise lovely...
Doing the marathon of Dallas and Fort Worth's seasonal gallery events is like eating at a buffet restaurant. You scoop up a smidgen, walk a bit, spoon over some more, round the corner, grab something else. But we have some advice: Just because it's a buffet doesn't mean you can't...
You may never march for a cause, picket your employer or talk back to authorities. You may not even have an opinion of your own. You might prefer the company of TiVo, live in Highland Park and vote Republican. You are still being monitored. It isn't just the police who...
Not enough people love Pleasant Grove. On its albums, PG sounds like a band with a huge cult following: the kind with crazed Internet discussions, endless bootleg trading rings and packed club concerts. The Dallas band combines the thickly brewed melodies of Whiskeytown, the tempered melancholy of Morphine and even...
3/31 Sometimes it's best to let people speak for themselves, especially when they use an intriguing combination of words that also describes everything in the simplest way possible. So, when Our Endeavors Theater Collective hailed its own upcoming extended performance of Dainty Shapes and Hairy Apes, or The Green Pill,...
Once upon a time Uptown was a neighborly neighborhood that rolled peacefully from the Hotel Crescent Court north to Lemmon Avenue past the Hard Rock Café, The McKinney Avenue Contemporary and Bread Winners Bakery with that trolley that nobody ever rides. But that was before Post Properties started its endless...
Bathroom humor is common at most food-eating contests or cookoffs. Contest foods run the gamut from wings to sausage to pie, and all have a certain level of disgusting magnetism that makes people line up either to watch or join in on stuffing their gullets. But what of the event...
Every few minutes, the man screams the same desperate sentence, hands cupped around his mouth in a futile attempt to be heard above the crowd. Hunched over in his seat high up in the rafters, he's like a jockey whipping a horse, urging it toward the finish line: "LaMarcus, you...
Thursday, April 29 Dear John Grisham: We had you all wrong. We thought you were a writer whose only gimmick was suspense/action stories featuring lawyers and/or government agencies. Your role in writing and producing Mickey, the tale of a widower whose son shows great talent in Little League Baseball, really...
