Sunday, January 1 1995
Perhaps more importantly, it offers a welcome antidote to Hollywoody visions of Mexico, revealing an urban Mexico that is neither sanitized nor demonized: for all the death in it, this place feels utterly immediate and alive.
Iñárritu's film has a badly broken heart sputtering beneath all the style, which is something Tarantino hasn't really had the guts to go for yet.
Whatever you think about Oliver Stone as a director, you can't deny his firm grasp on this country's interests. From Vietnam to JFK to serial killers, Stone's pictures have always depicted major subjects of national fascination. With his latest release, Any Given Sunday, Stone looks to go his previous films one better by focusing on the most popular sport in America.
For most of Adrenaline Drive's 90-odd minutes, you're not aware of time passing or the fact that your shoes do not fit as well as they could.
All unruly hair, puny limbs, and wide eyes, Marvin's another one of Rob Schneider's pathetic, unmanly bumblers, lacking the 'animal' instinct that apparently makes a real man.
Truly, Julia Roberts leads a charmed life.
Saturday, December 31 1994
Mysterious, haunting, and deeply spiritual—or frenzied, energetic and explosive, this is perhaps the richest music that I’ve heard in quite some time.
There are times these days where I absolutely hate Stephin Merritt, where I’m overwhelmingly infuriated by his latest work with the Magnetic Fields, the meandering yet singularly-purposed three-disc master opus.
Gerald Levert returns with his second offering since a brief liaison with the R&B supergroup LSG (Johnny Gill & Keith Sweat).
If you take the time to listen to Michael Hutchence with an open ear, you might remember that he was a singer with a sexy, cocky, rock star charm who was indeed truly talented.