If you're a big fan of subtlety, intricate story lines and wonderfully developed characters, then you'll be a big fan of "Collateral Damage." One would expect a Schwarzenegger movie to be full of corny one liners, a loose plot and a lot of meaningless explosions and death.
"Rollerball" is deplorable. As a film it is inexcusably bad, insulting to people who live in the old Soviet republics and completely lacking in a meaningful plot.
Sometimes as music critics, we care so that you don't have to. When a casual music fan digs any album we praised, we can feel like a good deed was done, even though our 1,000-word article could have been summed up in a phrase such as, "It rocks." With our job comes responsibility.
While watching the movie "Slackers," I was struck profoundly by a quote from one of the main characters: "This?
How well do you know your vagina? Do you talk to it often? Is it an integral part of you, your life, your identity? If not, there's hope.
To most, writing and recording an eight movement, 42 minute piece that dominates the entire second half of a two-CD album probably seems like an ambitious undertaking for a rock band.
In an age when the movie moguls with the money run, hands covering eyes, from anything that could be considered controversial, Charlottesville is fortunate enough to boast several groups that succeed in bringing extraordinary films to the city's hungry eyes.
What can an alternative band do amid the protracted death of alternative rock? Solutions to this problem seem to vary drastically.
In the words of William Blake, a British poet and engraver, only the eye could "see small portions of the eternal world that ever groweth." Blatant paranoia, sexual obsession, timeless pain and never-ceasing religious faith: these are the facets of the eternal that are captured in Blake's 1794 poem "Europa," quoted above.
There are many times in my life when I have wanted to succeed - maybe with a special girl, maybe playing sports, maybe in the classroom or maybe doing something that had the capacity to inspire the entire world.
I've known very few, and I do mean very few, films based on novels, particularly classic novels, that actually stay close to the book.
When a friend asked about the plot of "Brotherhood of The Wolf," I replied as concisely as possible.
The McIntire School of Commerce is known for many wonderful things. No classes on Friday, for example.
Time: 10:23 a.m. Date: Jan. 8, 2002. Place: Dreamworks Records, Marketing Department. Executive A: So what we have here is a guy who used to be in a hip-hop group in the early '90s, but now does that unplugged thing and sings about drug dealers and pimps. Executive B: Ah Christ, who the hell made us sign Everlast? A: No.
Damon Albarn once boasted that for each Blur album he selected a different drug to aid his creative process, and if you listened closely the personality and desired effect of each drug were reflected in the writing, structure and pace of each album. The Chemical Brothers obviously take a lot of drugs. At the Manchester big beater's shows, Tom Rowland's neo-hippie locks sway from his perpetually nodding head while Ed Simons skittishly gallivants around the stage, trying to excite a similarly temulent crowd. Their album artwork, vibrant Warholian variations on random images, probably only makes sense with a clouded mind. They also happened to name their group the Chemical Brothers. But the real give-away to the duo's indulgences lies in the music where, put to the Albarn test, each of their albums reveal an influence of its own. Announcing their presence with "Exit Planet Dust," Rowland and Simons were giddy kids with big toys, pumping out some block-rocking beats, not fully knowing how far they could push their music without going over the top.
We like to think we're immune from pop culture, or at least that we can choose to be. It might saturate our surroundings, but we don't have to let it affect us, right?
Let's start by assuming that I'm a single father (which I'm not). I do my all to ensure that my son gets the right moral training to better lay the foundation for an honest life.
"Black Hawk Down" is a raw war movie in the truest sense. Not much plot, dialogue that constantly is drowned out by a cacophony of exploding grenades and bullets ripping through cement walls and human flesh, and ferocious battles that result in plenty of bloodshed and mangled corpses. The re-creation of the battle is based on extensive eyewitness reports from survivors and information from the Department of Defense.
I can remember watching Marisa Tomei in the sitcom, "A Different World" in the late '80s when I was in high school.
Answering the phone, looking in the mirror, applying Chapstick. These are just a few everyday occurrences that take on terrifying new meanings after a viewing of "The Mothman Prophecies." Supposedly based on true events, "The Mothman Prophecies" follows Washington Post reporter John Klein (Richard Gere) in his increasingly frightening quest to discover the truth surrounding the death of his wife Mary (Debra Messing). And yet, while the true events are creepy and the psychological questions are probing, parts of "Mothman" still come up short. The Kleins are involved in a devastating accident when Mary, claiming to have "seen something," loses control of their car.
