Thursday, December 26 2002
Watching Chicago is rather like watching a shot-for-TV music video by a neophyte director projected without thought or re-cutting straight to a movie screen.
Steven Spielberg's zippy new film is about the kind of 'truth' that might only be apprehended in its telling.
Monday, December 23 2002
In the end, I was a damaged lemon in need of healing, and Blonde Redhead’s album offered me an empathetic treatment for my sadness. What a release.
The truth, as Ennis sees it, is that these superheroes, and the escapist mentality they represent, are obsolete.
That's what this latest arc is all about: the ever-changing landscape of teenage relationships and instant celebrity status.
Takes a rather simple, and not entirely new, post-apocalyptic idea, and brings it into fresh territory.
I have mixed feelings about Dave Eggers. I stay up at night thinking about it.
Many of the photos are reminiscent of the Work Projects Administration (WPA) Federal Arts Project from 1936-1942.
Stephanie Spinner's 'Quiver' is not just a good book for young readers, it's a stepping stone to Greek mythology.
The works of James Jones should be required reading in time of impending war.
Indian fiction, long confined to the coffee tables of Indian expatriates, has now entered mainstream publishing in an understated, but determined manner.
Thursday, December 19 2002
Aside from the obvious comparisons to Air, or any other European down-tempo impresario, they wear their affection for pure pop sound producing on their parkas.