Having long destroyed the notion that they are a mere "actor band", 30 Seconds to Mars top off its year by headlining the Bamboozle festival, all while guitarist Tomo Milicevic reveals his powers of astral projection and a love for Ayn Rand . . .
Unrequited love, the all consuming crush, the exasperated horror of hormonal changes, the tedium of school, trouble with parents, the emergence of individual identity . . . the adolescent struggle and all of its attendant rites, rituals, and humiliations are ever present in the storytelling of My So-Called Life.
That noise you heard near the start of the new millennium was the creative din of a brash new breed of filmmakers tearing down the traditions of mainstream moviemaking. Their motion picture mission statements -- including the ones featured on this list -- remain the rulebook for new generations of anxious film artists.
Does capitalism have you by the balls? If you're feeling a little limp lately, a little flaccid, emasculated, or impotent, then David Fincher's Fight Club may just have your number. This film kicks butt, and in doing so it also manages to suggest that your need for it and for other butt-kicking films is a late capitalist symptom of contemporary psychosis.