Labor Day weekend usually heralds two things: marked down prices in all stores (except, of course, the University Bookstore) and the end of summer reruns.
"Whipped" may not be the worst movie of all time, but it is easily the worst movie of the year. Considering the slew of mediocre-to-terrible films that have been released within the past year, it comes as no surprise that a film reliant on the tried-and-true hetero teen sex theme should prove Oscar worthy, or Golden Globe worthy, or even worthy of a Cavalier Daily review.
Do you sleep with your teddy bear? Do you think University girls are hot? Or better yet, do you think whales are sexy?
I'm not one of those people who watches "Who Wants to Be a Million- aire?" religiously. In fact, I'd rather put the show on mute than have to listen to its dramatic music and the contestants' stream-of-consciousness deliberations.
The "Highlander" series started out as a good, solid, interesting idea about the universal theme of good versus evil.
Face to Face is the Tesla of punk. Their latest, "Reactionary," is the "Mechanical Resonance" of 2000.
There is so much gel in this group, I can't tell if it's Nikki Sixx or Vanity 6 on the CD insert.
Reading Josh Cox's press packet, it's interesting to see that he is "a drop-out of the University of Virginia." Ironically, he makes the grade with his new album "The Aluminum EP." Cox, a solo artist, usually only plays by himself, and rarely in public.
It's not often that my taste intersects with that of the mainstream. So imagine my surprise -- not to mention my elation -- to discover that the entire country latched on to my not-so-guilty pleasure this summer, the insta-hit "Survivor!" But things didn't start out that way.
"The Cell" may be one of the year's most beautiful films, but it's no pretty picture. In fact, the film's shock value at times overshadows the plot and brilliant visuals, making for an emotionally hollow experience. "The Cell" begins in the middle of an important high-tech scene.
The "original G" has returned to American theaters to reclaim his throne after his name was profaned in the 1998 U.S.
"There's Something About Mary" was the best thing that ever happened to the Farrelly brothers - but perhaps it was the worst thing as well. Why would this be the case?
He based an entire career on snarls, grimaces and pouts. And we laughed with him all the way. He was Walter Matthau, half of one of the most successful film duos of all time.
Just like "Titanic" did, "The Perfect Storm" invites all sorts of witty insults that apply to a disaster movie set in the big blue: phrases like "gets lost at sea," "faces turbulent waters," "can't stay afloat." "Storm" might come close at times, but it never fully earns such scorn.
Aggression was their middle name. When the Deftones' third album, "White Pony", hit stores earlier this month, many fans were disappointed to find a new, gentler band on the 50-minute disc.
In the early 1980s a new rock scene began in Maryland when Scott "Wino" Weinrich founded The Obsessed.
There's a lot of spectacle involved in the new blockbuster "X-Men," but the most spectacular thing about the whole movie was Halle Berry.
Remember those people back in high school who always scowled as they walked past happy couples with roses and chocolates on Valentine's Day?
Behind the blue chipped nail polish, phony Southern accent and fraudulent full womb lies an Audrey Hepburn-esque waif by the name of Natalie Portman.
Those of us who love dance movies know that they operate under a few unwritten rules. They do not require the most original plot and characters, or the strongest actors.
