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(09/27/01 4:00am)
So we have passed a notch in the timeline, one of those rare moments where history pivots on a dime. This nauseous, electric sense of expectant immediacy was there too when the first shots were fired at Lexington, and when the Reichstag was burned to the ashes from which the Nazi phoenix would rise. Nobody wants to think about where we might be headed, choosing instead to tiptoe around discussion of consequence, spouting vague rhetoric of war or peace.
(09/21/01 4:00am)
Amidst all the Manic Street Preachers and Coldplays, sometimes it seems like the Brits can't remember how to have any rock On roll fun. However, this first full-length effort from Clinic stands out all the more as a lively gem amongst last year's releases--a burst of playful energy that is cheeky without irony and rocking without being smothered in pomp.
(09/14/01 4:00am)
The Avalanches
(09/06/01 4:00am)
I envy those to whom sleep comes easy. I envy a trusting consciousness, so willing to surrender to the realm beneath. A good sleeper--someone who can conk out at any moment's notice, on any cold cement corner of the world--they have inner balance. They have peace.
(07/18/01 4:00am)
A month ago, The Wall Street Journal granted Duke the dubious attention of a profile on the vast lifestyle disparities among students of varying socioeconomic backgrounds.
(07/18/01 4:00am)
Once upon a time there was a movie critic named David Manning. David was the happiest movie critic in all of Medialand, frolicking through the sunny fields of Sandra Bullock and Meg Ryan romantic comedies and cavorting through the hilly, poop-laden countryside of Adam Sandler laugh riots. David loved nonstop rockin' rollercoaster rides for the entire family and eagerly partook in the fruits of Rob Schneider's uproarious antics. Little did David know that he actually wasn't a real movie critic. One day, some mean witches snatched him away from his master, Old Mister Columbia, and locked him up. They called him a "fabrication" and other words he didn't understand like "manipulative advertising" and wildly ran off to search for the Wizard of Class Action.
(06/21/01 4:00am)
If Hollywood were an island, then John Travolta shouldn't just be voted off--he should be drowned and his body eaten by all of the starving celebrities. This smarmy prig was vanquished mercifully from the public consciousness once before, but he smirked his way back thanks to that dastardly Tarantino. After enduring Swordfish, his third successively inexcusable turd to complete the shame of Battlefield Earth and Lucky Numbers, we aren't gonna take it any more.
(05/24/01 4:00am)
There's nothing like a heavy dose of self-awareness to turn the simplest, purest pleasures of pop culture into smarm. A rather late victim of the reflexivity plague, the fairy tale genre is given a pseudo-postmodern colostomy by the oafish Shrek.
(05/17/01 4:00am)
Permit me to break protocol for a moment. Modest Mouse is arguably the most dynamic and interesting band in the country--an argument strongly supported by last year's epic of unprecedented scope and dark, weary beauty, The Moon and Antarctica.
(04/20/01 4:00am)
After last year was so memorable-perhaps the best in decades-this Recess season seemed a little anticlimactic. In fact, it pretty much sucked, and we didn't pretend to hide it. For our readers' sake, we hope we sat through more of the intolerable stuff than anyone else. After all, it's our job.
(04/13/01 4:00am)
he crime genre has been revitalized in the past few years by the fresh new directions taken by films like Donnie Brasco and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels as well as the rich television of The Sopranos. But you wouldn't guess that from watching Blow, a rote rise-and-fall epic of a cocaine smuggler that could easily have come out a decade ago.
(04/06/01 4:00am)
If fans were shaking their heads in disappointment at Dave Matthew Band's recent stinker Everyday, they'll be even more depressed when they hear the album it could have been. Thanks to the power of file sharing, the Steve Lillywhite-produced album that the band almost released before being shelved last summer has leaked to the eager Internet fan community.
(04/06/01 4:00am)
The gap between bloodthirsty vampire strippers and wide-eyed kiddie films isn't as large as might be expected, and Desperado and From Dusk Till Dawn's director Robert Rodriguez bridges it quite nicely with his bright and slick Spy Kids. The regression from hormonal pubescent fantasies of big guns and bigger explosions to this child's treat is really only a jump backward of maybe five teen years. Spy Kids proves that Rodriguez's inner pre-adolescent has just as much fun as that pimply teenaged B-movie auteur.
(03/30/01 5:00am)
Every year the trap is laid. I am caught, a trembling bunny in a snare, left to writhe helplessly into the wee hours of the morning. I am held, like a mindless zombie, captive to the spectacle that is MTV Spring Break.
(03/30/01 5:00am)
ajor talents don't get recognized for making competent, or even pretty good art. It takes those rare works that are so unexpected and even confounding that, in the public rush just to find what it is all about, visionary new artists receive their first spotlight. And so the humble yet self-assured Texas native David Green has become a standout of the filmmakers' Class of '01 for his writing and directing of George Washington, his bright cinematic gem.
(03/23/01 5:00am)
nemy At the Gates is forged from a nugget of war story gold that should have made for a purely great film. Instead, the film's attempts to make actual history more moviegenic dilute its power.
(03/02/01 5:00am)
That's right, a big fat "F."
(03/02/01 5:00am)
When the fictional Mantan New Millennium Minstrel Show becomes a nationwide phenomenon with its mocking blackface in Spike Lee's Bamboozled, the satire of Lee's difficult film becomes sharply uncomfortable: Is it because such an idea is so outrageous, or because it's not so foreign?
(03/02/01 5:00am)
Back when the people were still speculating about the full potential of the Internet, it seemed there could be no limit to all the wonders that freely transmitted information could bring to mankind. The info superhighway would become the ultimate democratizing and liberating force, spreading goodwill among people and even nations.
(02/23/01 5:00am)
For the first time in years, the Grammys had a chance to reverse their inconsequential and hopelessly unhip pattern of recognizing expired radio trends and jumping on pop culture bandwagons. Forget the first two hours of the show, which were dominated by Bono's arrogant ramblings and the Destiny Children's midriffs. The big drama that could have vindicated this irrelevant studio-horse awards show was the battle over album of the year.
