Close call

My original plan was to be writing my book on England by Thanksgiving. I thought that by launching the novel off the emotional strain of being alone during the holidays, I’d really have something — some angsty independence I’d never experienced this time of year, as I’m usually warm in…

The last action zero

Eight years have passed since Terminator 2, otherwise known as the last Arnold Schwarzenegger movie worth a damn. Since then, he has appeared in one half-decent actioner (James Cameron’s wink-wink True Lies), one pale imitation of a pale imitation (Eraser, which is what its script was written with), and a…

Window pains

When Broken Glass, Arthur Miller’s glimpse at the intersection of marriage and world community responsibility, opened in New York in 1994, it closed quickly after receiving mixed to horrible reviews. London audiences and critics, a few years later, bruised their palms in riotous ovations. I’m not sure what this reaction…

The Lorax’s trees

Somewhere along the timeline, among those frenetic years between Impressionism and Abstract Expressionism, the popularity of landscape painting took a nose dive. Traditional landscape’s unceremonious dumping was most noticeable before heavy Cubism but after early Fauvism — right around 1900 — and it’s not that the general population suddenly stopped…

Blink

Art in the right place? When Ken Kahn announced in September he was resigning as president of the Arts Council of Fort Worth and Tarrant County — which oversees funding and professional assistance to 60 Tarrant County arts organizations — he agreed to help find his own replacement. After all,…

Bard on

More often than not, I think Harold Bloom’s a pompous ass — except when it comes to his complaints about live Shakespeare, and then, he’s spot on. In his book The Invention of the Human, Bloom insists — as I do, which, of course, makes him right this one time…

Final bow?

The program notes for Absurd Person Singular, the latest show by New Theatre Company, are ominous, and they seem to confirm rumors that’ve been circulating since before Bruce Coleman resigned as New Theatre artistic director to take a staff position at Theatre Three. It appears that after seven seasons, new…

For the benefit of Mr. Max

They’re not going to make it, judging from a quick glance at the clock and the degree of difficulty the dozen or so staff members at Florence Art Gallery are having. One of the gallery’s harried staffers stands at the wall phone, alternately talking, hanging up, and answering the next…

Blink

Commerce gets the cash It was slim pickins in the cash-awards category for the hometown artists, who will instead have to settle for getting their work into the McKinney Avenue Contemporary’s “Juried Exhibition of Contemporary Texas Art.” And that’s no small feat, even though good exposure somehow pales in comparison…

Not to trot

“The spectre is known at all the country firesides by the name of the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow,” writes Washington Irving in his original fantasy. Thanks in large part to the silly, watered-down fun of the animated Disney version, the Horseman and his victim, the gangling and gallant Ichabod…

Enough is enough

Poor old MGM — the once-golden studio that has been battered and abused by ever-changing ownership and management for nearly three decades — still has one sure-shot franchise among its assets: the James Bond series, whose longevity is astounding. If nothing else, the series’ overseas popularity keeps the films profitable…

Mama’s bad boy

Be forewarned: In the continuing quest to get people to pay attention to their films by any means necessary, the marketing wizards at Artisan Entertainment have been misrepresenting Felicia’s Journey to an even greater extent than they did The Minus Man. No doubt hoping to attract a young male demographic,…

Atom, smasher

There’s a turning point when Felicia’s Journey becomes a completely different movie from the one you’ve been watching, and if you’re unfamiliar with William Trevor’s 1994 novel upon which the film is based, it makes your back stiffen with alarm. It is, satisfyingly, a very Atom Egoyan moment: The film…

Flower power

The first time I ever heard Georgia O’Keeffe disparaged, I was shocked: As recently as 1996, I was convinced, in the rote Southwestern tradition, that O’Keeffe was our region’s artistic grande dame. But as Aussie-cum-Time magazine art critic Robert Hughes put it in his book and PBS series American Visions,…

What the doctors ordered

Improv is for daredevil comedians. Getting up on stage without pre-written jokes is like walking the tight rope without a safety net — or a rope. And using audience suggestions to build jokes on the spot is like letting someone else pack your parachute — someone who has never skydived…

In God he trusts

“Yesterday I wasn’t even sure God existed,” laments Bethany (Linda Fiorentino), the reluctant yet divinely touched heroine of Kevin Smith’s ambitious new film, Dogma. “Now I’m up to my ass in Christian mythology.” As it turns out, so are we. Strutting to a spiritually snappy groove not observed in mainstream…

Batman, not Robin

Had things worked out the way writer-director Kevin Smith planned, Matt Damon would not have appeared in Dogma, much less starred in it. The role of Loki — an avenging angel who, along with fellow fallen angel Bartleby, discovers a way to escape an eternity of exile in Wisconsin –…

Catholic Block

Some days, when he’s not making movies, peddling comic books, or fighting denunciations from the Catholic League, Kevin Smith wonders when the time will come to quit the biz. He’s spoken in the past of his admiration for Spike Lee’s career, of the wily Brooklynite’s ability to make all kinds…

Mommy weirdest

Susan Sarandon is one of the screen’s most gifted actresses, a fiercely intelligent artist who invests her roles with depth, compassion, wit, and humor. She has the ability to elevate even mediocre material, taking a potentially schmaltzy part, as in Stepmom, and making it totally believable. In her best films…

Grand illusion

The world’s demand for minimally talented 30-year-old high school dropouts who believe they’re great poets or great musicians or great movie directors isn’t going to catch up with the supply anytime soon. That won’t keep the strivers from striving, of course, nor will it snuff out their dreams. Case in…

Keepin’ it real

Back in the 1940s, just as the cynical tough guys Cagney and Bogart created were beginning to show signs of iconographic wear and tear, a newer brand of antihero arrived in the form of John Garfield. Better-looking and softer spoken and more articulate than his predecessors, he embodied men every…

Shoot The Messenger

Luc Besson — director of La Femme Nikita, The Professional, and The Fifth Element — is not the first name that would leap to mind to helm a biopic of Joan of Arc. Sure, he’s French, and sure, most of his films have a woman or girl as protagonist or…