Monday, September 23 2002
In Push, Nevada, producers Ben Affleck and Sean Bailey have come up with a show that is, oddly, both original and formulaic.
You would be hard pressed to find a sitcom debuting this season with more people rooting for it than Life With Bonnie.
Greetings can't decide if it's comedy because of being Mexican American or in spite of Mexican American -- and that's one thing working in its favor.
Firefly is more complicated in its framing story and moral dimensions than the usual sci-fi or Western fare.
The shots are close (is that her hand in his pants?), the cutting is speedy, the soundtrack is kicking: just above the din of the engine, the Vines wail.
As I watched Everwood, packed with numerous poignant moments, my own strongest feeling was a longing for South Park's biting critique of 'quiet little mountain towns.'
Instead of being safe, Cedric the Entertainer Presents needs to keep it real -- real sharp, real topical and real controversial.
Sunday, September 22 2002
In 1989, a ragtag group of British skate-punks calling themselves Jesus Jones released an indie album full of guitars and samples called Liquidizer. No one much
Thursday, September 19 2002
Hot on the heels of their overly familiar but still worthy summer compilation (Slip’n'Slide Ibiza), London’s premier purveyors of soulful, jazzy house music
I’m no techno purist. In fact, I’d have to say that I’m one of the least reliable and fickle fans of the
There’s a lyric from “Your Heart Is a Muscle” on the Quails’ latest release Atmosphere that runs, “Your heart’s a muscle the size
Thirsty Ear’s Blue Series, a collection with more than a dozen discs from “out-there” jazz artists, would seem to be the perfect vehicle for
Before the 2001 release of Tool’s near-masterpiece Lateralus, the more progressive form of heavy metal seemed dormant for the better part of a decade (aside
It was all going so well for Migala. Their first two records, Diciembre 3 A.M. and Así Duele un Verano, did so well in their
The Complete Miles Davis at Montreux is, at first glance, a daunting proposition: 20 CDs that do nothing less than document every performance the legendary trumpet
Blood on the Tracks is the one album that rises above all other contenders, obscuring them in its titanic blaze, because it is, at once, so familiar as well as mysterious, and so seemingly simple and yet unruly.
“Now country music, that’s American music!” This kind of remark always makes me shake my head because what the speaker probably means is that
As his last name implies, Frank Black is built for noir. Once the brains behind the seminal yet deceased pop-punk outfit, Pixies, he is continually,
Burr Steers' first feature is populated by exceptionally quirky characters, most related by blood.
Sabotaging the happy play of color, song, and glamour with a deeply felt despair, Ozon has finally made his subversiveness genuinely surprising.