Okay, admit it: You are one of those tragic hipsters who sends Web links and clever e-mails to your friends with that disclaimer: I usually don’t send this kind of stuff, but . . . And then you send a bunch of stuff. LOL. And because you are in the…
Here’s your hat, Indy. But, really, what’s your hurry? Because 19 years after the Last Crusade that clearly wasn’t, and 15 years after the old man joined Young Indiana Jones on the small screen to recount his glory days blowing horns with Sidney Bechet, it’s almost unfathomable that this hoary…
CANNES, France — No need for dreaming here. Each Cannes Film Festival generates its own metaphors for a 10-day regimen of visions in the dark. It’s impossible to forget, let alone transcend, one’s unnatural situation here. The opening film of Cannes’ 2008 edition clobbered participants with a cautionary allegory. Regardez:…
Steven Spielberg may rule Hollywood, but in the video-game biz — the more profitable of the two industries, becoming more so with each passing year — he’s a bikini-clad babe in Jaws-infested waters. Perhaps that’s why in 2005, Spielberg, an avid gamer, signed with developing giant EA Games for three…
Gross Indecency certainly lives up to its name. I was bored within three minutes of this play, subtitled The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde, commencing. Renowned playwright Moises Kaufman has painstakingly Scotched together a seemingly endless litany of quotes, biographical sketches and transcripts from and about Wilde’s late-19th-century sodomy trials,…
Call them the comeback kids: In its early days, the 2008 Cannes Film Festival has served as a staging ground for a number of unlikely returns, beginning with that of Polish director Jerzy Skolimowski, who’s been absent from movie screens (except as an occasional actor) for nearly as long as…
CANNES, France—The competition for the Palme d’Or is ongoing as I write, but the story of the 61st Cannes Film Festival is Steven Soderbergh’s two-part, four-and-a-half-hour Che—an epic non-biopic that might well have been approved by Roberto Rossellini, envied by Francis Coppola, and even appreciated by its subject. (And the…
CANNES, France—Wading through 20-odd movies in half as many languages, each Cannes jury supplies its own dramatic narrative, to be interpreted according to its president’s presumed taste. Days before the 61st Cannes Film Festival ended, rumors were rife that the jury was having difficulties reaching consensus. As the award ceremony…
The Valley’s infamous urban sprawl, which continually pisses off groups such as desert preservationists, is also causing a fit for them rednecks. You heard us right. The encroachment of homes in the West Valley has bumped up Manzanita Speedway’s curfew, meaning there can’t be anymore high-octane dirt-track racing past 10:30…
Will Smith said it best about Miami: “Party in the city where the heat is on/All night on the beach ’til the break of dawn.” Most will agree that Miami is best known for its hard-body beach parties, perfectly bronzed skin (no spray tans allowed), and electro-booty bass courtesy of…
The ’70s get a bad rap – not. The decade was as hokey and bubbleheaded as it appears in hindsight, a microburst of smiley-face delusion lodged between the dashed dreams of the ’60s and the grim reaping of Reagan’s “Morning in America.” Whoa, self-dude. Relaaaax. Go chill with people wearing…
John Huntington is a party monster, and then some. Check it: The tattooed thirtysomething “promoter/ DJ/producer/consultant/ restaurateur” has spent most of the past decade throwing some of the freakiest fetes the Southwest has ever seen, including his infamous Club Rubber and Pimp-n-Ho affairs. Hypemaster Huntington also specializes in raucous touring…
We’ve got a boner. There are a variety of reasons, but the biggest cause of our tent is Horns & Halos’ Arizona Fetish Prom on Saturday, May 24. See, ever since we made nice with a California porn producer a decade ago, we’ve had a wet spot for all things…
Lance Fung, ace curator and mastermind of international exhibitions, has once again snapped his fingers and set in motion another undertaking of grand (though somewhat elusive) proportions. Because not even el maestro himself knows what theme his upcoming “Lucky Number Seven” biennial exhibition will express. The 27 participating artists, hand-picked…
We dodge religion like vampires shrink from garlic toast, and it’d take a Supreme Being-size miracle to lure us back. Jesus Christ, here’s one now! The Son of God Himself is scheduled to appear at 8 and 11:30 a.m. Sunday, May 25, at Scottsdale’s City of Grace, 9610 East Cactus…
We dodge religion like vampires shrink from garlic toast, and it’d take a Supreme Being-size miracle to lure us back. Jesus Christ, here’s one now! The Son of God Himself is scheduled to appear at 8 and 11:30 a.m. Sunday, May 25, at Scottsdale’s City of Grace, 9610 East Cactus…
Oscar Wilde’s “trial of the century” could well have taken place yesterday. It’s got all the right ingredients, such as celebrities, art, sex, and our persistent appetite to see those perched comfortably at the height of fame pulled down into the muck. Although Wilde lived and traveled openly with Lord…
Think of how much money you wasted when you switched your college major four times. And did you know you’ll make at least three significant career changes in your lifetime? Welcome to the age of waffling. Society’s encouragement of self-reflection has turned you into an indecisive wiener. The good news…
Things are heating up early in the WNBA season for the Phoenix Mercury as the Seattle Storm – the team the Mercury swept in the first round of last year’s playoffs – blows into U.S. Airways Center. During the offseason, the Storm undertook a serious re-build around last year’s league…
“If I’m gonna get busted, it is not gonna be by a guy like that.” Know what movie that was from? How about this one? “When you get old, your heart dies.” Come on, you know that one for sure. Okay, one more. “I mean, not many girls in contemporary…
The duo named Dresden Dolls is slightly more than a bit unconventional, by which me mean to say, “Duh.” Any band that labels its oeuvre “Brechtian punk cabaret” and names itself after the site of one of the most horrible war crimes of all time, well, it’s probably not gonna…
The jaunty, strummed rhythm of “Squirrels” counters the sentiment at its center; frontman Jake Bellows notices a squirrel doing “backflips for change, for a lady who vacuums her heartache away,” before the brokenhearted singer confesses, “I just keep writing the same song.” It’s a boon if true, because Neva Dinova…
