Back in the High Life with Superdrag
Anyone remember Superdrag? MTV, 1996? Buzz-bin hit "Sucked Out?" Catchy power-pop number, a-la the Beatles or Cheap Trick, full of driving guitars and impassioned chorus? No takers?
Anyone remember Superdrag? MTV, 1996? Buzz-bin hit "Sucked Out?" Catchy power-pop number, a-la the Beatles or Cheap Trick, full of driving guitars and impassioned chorus? No takers?
Career envy is one of the necessary ingredients of any great television show. Take some attractive stars, decent writing (a little less decent if the stars are really attractive) and put them in a highly enviable job environment, and it's a pretty good bet the show will be a hit. Throngs of viewers will tune in each week to vicariously live out their dreams of becoming highly successful doctors, lawyers or journalists at glamorous fashion magazines.
Breasts! If this columnist had to sum up David E. Kelley's new dramedy "Boston Public" (8 p.m. Monday, Fox) in one word, it would be "Breasts!"
Herman B Wells had been thinking of a "cultural crossroads" at the heart of the IU campus since 1939, when he was first installed as its president. Here were two points -- the Union and the Library, with nothing between them. What Wells wanted was a space which students could pass through while moving between the two busiest points on campus. The University also needed a museum, as its collection of art was largely hidden in the vaults of what is now the Fine Arts Building.
Hearing an album that starts out great but ends up mediocre is actually worse than hearing a CD horrible from beginning to end. At least a terrible CD doesn't raise any hopes of quality. It would actually be more fun to write an all-around negative review of Fiction, the American debut of Canadian duo guitarist/vocalists Adam Popowitz and Yve. But parts of the album are very enjoyable. So enjoyable that the bad parts just seem worse.
When PJ Harvey burst onto the rock scene with Dry, she was a fountain of cathartic rage, with crunching guitars and yelping lyrics. Now, what was started with the 1995 classic To Bring You My Love has come full circle on her sixth full release Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea. PJ Harvey has matured, and the sum is equal to the whole of her parts.
While the saying "Never judge a book by its cover" is usually true, the cover of the new Songs: Ohia album is a perfect representation of the contents that are held within. Ghost Tropic's cover is completely black with the exception of the title in white. The songs contained on this album are dark dirges of complete and utter melancholy, but there is a brightness that tries to fight with great futility to the surface of each of the songs.
Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter's new album The Dynasty Roc La Familia (2000- ) is no Reasonable Doubt, his 1996 debut which still stands as his best album to date. But Jay-Z's latest is no Vol. 2… Hard Knock Life either. So be warned y'all Jigga fans and haters -- it is apparent from the get-go that Jigga's onto some different stuff this time.
"In the days/When we were swinging from the trees/I was a monkey/Stealing honey from a swarm of bees." Accompanied by a folksy strumming of the guitar, the above lines kick off "Wild Honey," the seventh track off of U2's first album in three years, All That You Can't Leave Behind.
Mel Gibson's underappreciated (both in terms of box office and critical praise) Revolutionary War epic recently made its debut upon the DVD format in a pristine Special Edition cut.
Capitalizing on the success of John Woo's recent flicks like "Face/Off" and "Mission:Impossible 2," his seminal ballets of blood are reaching DVD for the first time in a wide-release box set. These two films feature international superstar (and rightly so) Chow Yun-Fat, in roles where he has charisma to burn, guns in both hands and a cigarette and/or toothpick protruding from his mouth.
Heavy-handed as Oliver Stone might be, this is his magnum opus. "Natural Born Killers" is a vivid catalogue of how to push cinema to its ultimate extremes with the usage of every film stock known to man, acid-jazz editing and one hell of a soundtrack. Mickey and Mallory Knox are not killing for pure fun; they are killing as an attempt to destroy the hatred that is brewing in every piece of pop culture's junk yard. The greatness of the film lies in their failure to do so.
The highest grossing and possibly most genuinely enjoyable popcorn flick of this past year in abominable cinema was released upon the DVD format this past Tuesday.
Summer event movies just don't get better than this one. The movie obviously has tons of glitzy visual effects and stunning production design by Bo Welch, but it is also smart and funny. Fans of the movie who have been impatient for the release of the DVD will be pleasantly surprised to find the three DVD versions of the film well worth the wait. But those with extra cash will definitely want the limited edition of the DVD.
The ultimate in over-the-top greatness -- James Cagney -- stars in this melodrama oozing with crime and intrigue. Cagney's Rocky Sullivan, which earned him an Oscar nomination and a New York Film Critics Award for best actor, finds himself out of juvenile detention and in cahoots with the Dead End Kids while a former buddy turned priest stands in his maniacal path.
With big name '90s rock groups dropping like flies, it's a surprise that Better Than Ezra has managed to stick around this long. Even after being dropped by its label, Elektra, less than two months ago, BTE continues to put out material.
The Indianapolis Star filed a lawsuit against IU Oct. 30 claiming the University has to disclose all the written documents detailing the Bob Knight investigation and his subsequent firing. The Star claims since the University released some of the information, it should be required to release all the information. The paper also reported that because of the extreme public interest in what actually happened during this time, it is an important public service to release such documents. The IDS wholly and completely agrees.
Even though it's been nearly 400 years since William Shakespeare passed away, Hollywood is still trying to milk his talent for all its worth, thanks mainly to the tasteless Miramax Films and the Oscar-minted success of the ridiculous "Shakespeare in Love."