Summer means trips to the beach, county fairs, outdoor cookin' and 16 weeks of movies so utterly predictable that there's almost no point in heading to the multiplex--at least for film critics.
Recess is about arts and entertainment. It's more than a crafty collection of zingers or a lampoon for the crazy and contemporary. It's about commentary, criticism and cultural literacy.
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.
Once upon a time there was a movie critic named David Manning.
Hollywood Postulate: Fuse the creative genius of two successful filmmakers and the resulting product's appeal, intrigue, and bankability will double (no matter how incompatible they actually are).
Not long ago, films were creative, television was inspired and music was consistently innovative.
Tricky, Blowback.
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.
"Finally, a video-game-based movie that is better than Street Fighter or Super Mario Bros."--David Manning. That's the kind of back-handed compliment that Tomb Raider deserves.
The Fast and the Furious is about cars. Fast cars. Big cars. Cars that go "vroooommm, vroooommm.
This is supposed to be the summer in which hard rock makes a comeback. Since the mid-'90s, the genre's popularity has diminished as teenage pop acts climbed the charts.
On The Invisible Band, Travis does to British Rock what Starbucks did to coffee.
It's that time again. The weather is getting hotter, the days are getting longer, and the kids are out of school.
These are the voyages of the Star Trek convention on its continuing mission to explore sci-fi, to seek out new fans and product lines and to boldly go where no television show's revenue stream has...
In all likelihood, Evolution has Charles Darwin wishing he never went to the Galapagos.
In the premiere of HBO's praiseworthy new series Six Feet Under, Nate Fisher (Peter Krause) flashes back to the first time he saw his mortician father exhuming a corpse.
Is your sitcom ready for greener pastures? Has the show "Jumped the Shark?".
