Melanoma Monday. What’s next? Sickle-cell Saturday? Actually, the American Cancer Society has christened April 26 Melanoma Monday for two perfectly good reasons: one, popular awareness of this killer is slim, and two, on the following weekend there are free screenings for suspect skin spots in six area locations–no appointment necessary…
At first, it looks like any other pick-up game you’ve ever seen, shirts against skins going at it on the hardwood with nothing at stake, save for the afternoon’s bragging rights. They’re a motley lot, these 10 men running up and down the floor in their homemade jerseys and hundred-buck…
To oversimplify matters, you could say that the pair of one-acts that make up Our Endeavors’ latest evening, Loved It/Hated It: Two Distinct Plays, are separated as sharply as the mind-heart dichotomy: The first act makes you think, the second act makes you feel. But we know from real life–and…
Imagine, if you will, one of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby’s classic road movies that never leaves the terminal, and you get a pretty good description of Life, the strikingly uneventful new comedy starring Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence. It’s their Road to Nowhere. Life, which was directed by Ted…
David Cronenberg has a thing for body openings. His movies are, literally, full of holes. There’s the botched surgery wound on Marilyn Chambers that bites and infects unsuspecting sexual partners in Rabid; the vaginal VCR in James Woods’ chest where he plugs into tapes to experience ever more exotic porn…
When I was a little kid, say 9, I developed this strange fixation on the legend of King Arthur’s court. I tried to pick my way through Le Morte d’Arthur and The Crystal Cave, tried to pry any knowledge of all things Holy Grail from my well-read, albeit amused, parents…
thursday april 15 We have a simple method when it comes to handicapping horse races: Pick the horse with the funniest name and put all of your money on it. It’s not a foolproof method–we’ve won only once with it since we started going to Lone Star Park at Grand…
Embattled straights are probably thinking, “My stars, I can’t throw a rock at a TV or a movie screen these days without hitting a homosexual! What more do they want?” Actually, we just added one more request to the gay agenda: a little romance. Many of the gay-friendliest heterosexuals are…
Really, we don’t want to give Cameron Cobb a big head–being 23 and talented can be a recipe for obnoxiousness–but the recent world premiere of his Christ resurrection redux Didymus packs a quiet, even occasionally comedic wallop. Director Kimberlyn Crowe launched her theater company, Ground Zero, out of sheer passion…
Sometimes contemporary art can get so damn abrasive and antagonistic and pretentious that, after about two dozen of these “happenin'” gallery openings, you just wanna hurl your controversy-weakened body through the next gallery’s plate-glass window. What’s happening to me? I’m becoming one of the Chapman brothers’ mutated children! So it’s…
Courage comes in an infinite variety of forms and faces, but who among us would be brave enough to go back and relive our high school years, face the horrors of homeroom, and confront hallways so fraught with danger that the most treacherous battlefield would look as placid as a…
Jimmy Cagney brought the same electric physicality to gangsters that he did to song-and-dance men. He gave a bright-eyed mug like his character in Public Enemy extraordinary powers of attraction and repulsion. In The General, Brendan Gleeson enacts a real-life criminal chieftain–Dublin’s notorious Martin Cahill–with a belly-hanging-out buffoonery that is…
Has any major American director had quite so many career swings as Robert Altman? Maybe not, but if there’s one thing the last 30 years have made clear, it is that it’s never safe to count Altman out. The mid- and late ’90s have been particularly unfriendly to him. After…
Steve Martin says he doesn’t want audiences to expect the same old Steve Martin whenever he stars in a comedy. But that means one thing when he’s referring to Roxanne and L.A. Story, two inspired flights of romantic farce (based on his own scripts), and another when he’s talking about…
thursday april 8 There are times when we can’t find the television remote control for days, and we know where to look. When Roy Hazelwood was an FBI agent, he could find violent criminals in less time, and he had no idea where to look, or what he was even…
There’s something loathsome about Dallasites’ predilection for shucking their jeans and sweaters for tank tops and hot pants at the first sign of warmth. Bleach blond bimbos (of both genders) and tanning-booth-addicted jocks eagerly stripping down for the lower-Greenville scene, aging biker mamas and beer-bellied daddies parading their wears as…
We all know someone who’s been an extra in a movie, or whose college roommate’s cousin played a delivery boy in a sitcom, or who has frequented a restaurant/gas station/city featured in a film. Those people are sometimes pretty obnoxious. Well, here’s your chance to be just like them. Any…
A couple of years or so ago, Jane Austen suddenly rose from classical obscurity to become the hottest screenwriter in Hollywood. Now, it is Shakespeare himself who has become the magic name to drop. There are straight-up productions of his plays in the works–a star-studded version of A Midsummer’s Night…
Stuffed full of fantasy comics, addicted to action, and steeped in digital technology, the frenetic moviemakers Andy and Larry Wachowski have done what they must–create an eye-popping, morph-mad, quasi-mythical sci-fi flick that will thrill computer nerds as it kicks serious ass. The Matrix also presumes to (ahem) think deeply–although this…
Six Ways to Sunday is director Adam Bernstein’s second theatrical film, so it’s a little early to attempt a coherent analysis of his career. On the surface, this young mobster story couldn’t be more different from his earlier effort, the egregiously unfunny It’s Pat, which foolishly bloated Julia Sweeney’s one-gag…
Never knew quite what to make of Kinky Friedman, but that’s never been the point, has it? That would take a bit of the fun out of Kinky’s self-created, but not undeserved, legend. Besides, he likes it that way–loves it, really–being the eccentric joker laughing behind his ever-present shades, black…
So the undeserved hubbub over intergalactic summer blockbusters like Armageddon and Deep Impact has, rightfully, burned out faster than a dying comet. In fact, these overblown tripefests of quasi sci-fi and soapy drama have become punching bags for critics everywhere who need a quick illustration on just how obtuse and…
