thursday october 9 A Fine and Pleasant Misery: To find another cast of American characters as defiantly regional as Patrick McManus’ Blight, Idaho, residents, you would have to travel to Joe Sears’ and Jaston Williams’ Greater Tuna. McManus’ New York Times-best-selling short story collections chart the cranky, loony adventures of…
In a recent interview with The Dallas Morning News, Todd Waite, one of the two actors who play eight different characters in Alan Ayckbourn’s bleak two-part comedy Intimate Exchanges, was quoted as saying: “It’s impossible to act the same in a different wig.” Waite has appeal and confidence, as does…
The Locusts. If Elvis Presley acted in Tennessee Williams plays instead of dragster movies and bad beach flicks, he’d have the same kind of charisma as Vince Vaughn in The Locusts. With V-neck undershirts, an early-’60s pompadour, and loads of aw-shucks charm, the Swingers star bashfully saunters his way through…
Janeane Garofalo plows right through The Matchmaker with the same disgruntled sarcasm that typifies her testy, standard-bearer-for-the-underdogs-of-the-world persona. Try though it may to cast America’s Favorite Anti-Star in a Romantic Comedy For People Who Don’t Like Romantic Comedy, this script, a wholesale retread of Local Hero, plays on the generic…
By its very definition, a thriller should, you know, thrill. It should not only scare its audience with a quick jolt, that sudden noise in the dark that comes from nowhere and fills everywhere, but with its slow burn. It’s not enough for a thriller to tell its story, to…
Oliver Stone’s low-budget, hopped-up film noir, U-Turn, is being billed as a change of pace for the Conspiracy Dude, but actually it looks quite at home in the maestro’s hothouse. After all, aren’t conspiracies and the workings of fate what noirs are all about? Stone’s JFK pulped history with the…
thursday october 2 Dinosaur Domain: One good thing about having plunked down $6.50 to see The Lost World–among the silliest Steven Spielberg movies ever–is that it sent us back to a video of Jurassic Park to appreciate the first movie’s thrills all the more. Hoping to capitalize on the mega-success…
Kevin Corrigan doesn’t act as much as he seems to stumble from scene to scene, like a guy who doesn’t follow a script as much as his own internal stage directions. He’s got skin so pale it’s almost translucent, and he wears the face of a guy who’s always this…
The Peacemaker is the first feature from DreamWorks Pictures, the studio headed by Steven Spielberg, Jeffrey Katzenberg, and David Geffen. It stars George Clooney and Nicole Kidman, and it’s about terrorists who steal Russian nukes. As an intelligence officer with the U.S. Army’s Special Forces, Clooney gets to model his…
thursday september 25 Jane Siberry: If you missed last week’s music feature on Canadian singer-songwriter-producer-instrumentalist Jane Siberry, here’s one last plug to get you out to see this wondrous musician tonight. She’s only played in the North Texas area once before–10 years ago at Lizard Lounge, when it was called…
The 1950s-era Los Angeles of L.A. Confidential is Noir Central. Its denizens are tattooed in shadow; the play of light and dark–in the streets, the police stations, the morgues–is fetishistic. The postwar L.A. touted in the travelogues and billboards is a boomtown, but what we actually see is unsettling: a…
Every film adaptation of a preexisting work has its own unique set of problems; in the case of director Jocelyn Moorhouse’s A Thousand Acres, the problem is compounded. Not only was Jane Smiley’s 1991 novel a Pulitzer Prize-winning bestseller with a large number of (presumably) devoted fans, but the book…
Howard and Emily’s marriage is the talk of Greenleaf, Indiana, a small town idyllic enough to repel Norman Rockwell. The town has waited three years for the couple to make it official–and slimmed-down Emily (Joan Cusack) has waited three long years for Howard (Kevin Kline) to consummate their relationship. She’s…
thursday september 18 Ocho Pintores Mexicanos: The swank Ivanffy & Uhler Gallery usually specializes in 20th-century European visual art, but their fall 1997 season opens with a show of prominent contemporary Mexican artists. Ocho Pintores Mexicanos, or “Eight Mexican Painters” to us gringos, features more than 70 works in silk…
friday september 12 2nd Annual Celebrity Garage Sale: America loves famous people, to the point that even the stuff celebrities throw out has a nimbus of glamorous mystery. Operating on the theory that a Dallas Cowboy’s roll of gauze is innately more valuable than yours or mine, Aardvark Studios in…
Not knowing a lick of French beyond a few pretentious little Continental phrases such as joie de vivre, I have no idea if Moliere’s original script of his sex farce Amphitryon is rote and lethargic, or if celebrated poet Richard Wilbur’s translation is the problem. Having read (though never seen…
Bernardo Bertolucci once dubbed Los Angeles the Big Nipple. Writer-director Curtis Hanson has been suckling at it all his life. Just how much nourishment he’s drawn becomes clear in his terrific new L.A. film, L.A. Confidential. Now 52, Hanson has been a talent for critics to dead-reckon with for 20…
Tomas Gutierrez Alea’s final film, Guantanamera, shares a tone of wistful romanticism with the late Cuban director’s Letters From the Park (a sweetly lyrical film based on the Gabriel Garcia Marquez story about a man who ghostwrites love letters) and Strawberry and Chocolate. Like a Garcia Marquez novel, Guantanamera plays…
The Game is a puzzle picture, and beyond its premise there isn’t much you can divulge without giving the show away. I’m not one of those critics who like to write Stop reading now if you plan to see this movie, so I’m tempted to wrap things up right now…
Having seen two performances of My Head Was a Sledgehammer, the debut by Our Endeavors Productions of Richard Foreman’s scattered stream-of-consciousness script, I’m sure of only two things: This show is fast-paced and pleasurable, and it means absolutely nothing. You might disagree on either or both counts. That’s the beauty…
Film critics rank just ahead of television meteorologists as the worst roadside psychics in the media: We make all kinds of predictions about a movie’s box office impact and Oscar-friendliness, and even anticipate whether said flick will be a beloved classic 25 years from now. Just like when weighing the…
Somewhere in the meat-packing district in downtown Manhattan, behind a nondescript door in an unremarkable building, about 100,000 reels of film sit in stacks on 12-foot-high metal shelves, and in less orderly piles on the concrete floor. The titles taped to the sides of each canister–The Honey Industry, Resistance Welding,…
