Thursday, August 22 2002
'My job sucks,' says Joe (Matthew Perry) at the beginning of Reginald Hudlin's peculiar romantic comedy.
Neatly, ominously, the film composes a bleak vision of Sy's consumption of and by his culture.
I'm Going Home not only retains its heart, but expands it until the film's emotional power is almost too much to handle.
The apotheosis of a very good band, Sam Jones' I Am Trying to Break Your Heart begs the question of whether merely very good bands deserve to be deified.
Harvard Man's refusal to pass judgment on characters' drug use is troubling.
The Adventures of Pluto Nash is a whole lot of nada.
Wednesday, August 21 2002
Many words and phrases have been used to describe the artist currently known as Tricky (A.K.A. Adrian Thawes). Among those terms are pioneer,
Tegan and Sara Quin’s debut album from 2000, This Business of Art, wasn’t overly spectacular, but it was pleasant enough to warrant attention from
When music editors sit down with take-out Thai, ephedrine, and their spent youth at the end of this year and they are scratching their nicotine
Why does it sometimes seem that putting musicians in a room full of guitars and drums inevitably brings out their dark, brooding instincts while a
Just the word “barbecue” flares out like a “cultural flashpoint”, enticing some devotees to lick their mental chops and recall that one special place smoking
Calvin Johnson has one of the more distinct singing voices you’ll hear, unbelievably deep yet sonorous. It betrays his presence with the first breath;
Don’t let the “DJ” tag in front of his name fool you; Cheb i Sabbah’s latest album Krishna Lila is not a DJ
S E T L I S T High TimeMr. RabbitPsychopharmacologyWaiting for SomebodyAchin’ to BeIf Only You Were LonelyBest Thing That Never HappenedLet the
In 1992, Television basically wrote the book on how to make a reunion work. Draw from your past without being a slave to it, appear on
Photo credit: Leslie Torre 90 Day Man Vs. Prosaics Only once have I nearly gotten into a fight at a rock show. PJ Harvey, last fall:
S E T L I S T There Will Never Be Any Peace (Until God Sits Down at the Conference Table)Soulful WindWhat’
Newcomer Norah Jones poured her voice into the dinner theater at Bimbo’s night club in San Francisco with all the force of a flash
My True South, Or, Kick Ass with the Drive-By Truckers Once upon a time, there was Carl Perkins. Not so long after that, there was
The tactic for judging movies was long ago boiled down to three or possibly four main criteria: the story, the acting, the directing and the