DOCSIDE FILM FESTIVAL
Grossman International Conference Center University of the Incarnate Word Hwy. 281 N. and Hildebrand Ave. 365-8933 www.docfilmproject.org Individual Tickets: $7 adults/$5 students per two-hour block program Festival Passes: $50 (non-transferable) and valid for all screenings, the Fesival Premiere, Awards Party, and the Filmmakers’ Reception Festival Premiere Tickets: $10 Friday, April 12 Noon-7pm: tickets and passes…
New Reviews
Big Trouble “That joke isn’t funny anymore.” Dir. Barry Sonnenfeld; writ. Dave Barry (novel) and Robert Ramsey (screenplay); feat. Tim Allen, Omar Epps, Dennis Farina, Ben Foster, Janeane Garofalo, Jason Lee, Rene Russo, Tom Sizemore (PG-13) Here’s compelling evidence that September 11 hysteria should never be allowed to abate. Were the U.S. of A. not…
Still Playing
A Beautiful Mind “Pity, fear, and cognitive reverie” Dir. Ron Howard; writ. Akiva Goldsman, based on biography by Sylvia Nasar; feat. Russell Crowe, Ed Harris, Jennifer Connelly, Paul Bettany, Vivien Cardone, Adam Goldberg, Judd Hirsch, Christopher Plummer (PG-13) Black Hawk Down “Crash landing in confused territory” Dir. Ridley Scott; writ. Mark Bowden, Ken Nolan; feat.…
REAL COOL CATTS
When Cave Catt Sammy brought its much-anticipated show to one of the band’s favorite haunts, Casbeers, the view from the stage must have been a strange menagerie of rockabilly fans: On the dance floor twirled young dancers — men sporting greased-back coiffs and cuffed blue jeans, and women done up in black pumps, vintage dresses,…
The Reverend Visits his Flock
I have to confess, when it comes to the Reverend Horton Heat, I’ve always been one of those annoying “you shoulda seen them back in ’93” kind of guys. The band’s Sub Pop debut, Smoke ’em If You Got ’em, was so killer — a blast of raw, raunchy rock replete with an anthem for…
Video & DVD
DVD, Miramax Sure, it had a brief run in theaters recently, but the occasion of Iron Monkey’s DVD release makes me think how perfect this format is for martial arts movies. In so many Hong Kong classics, the chunks of narrative between fight scenes are pretty tedious — a pain to endure in theaters, a…
LUNATIC BY PROFESSION
For fans of Les Claypool, the last few months have been dizzying. Primus, his heavy-progressive-avant-garde-funk-metal trio (call ’em what you will), have pronounced themselves on indefinite hiatus, but the mad bassist from Mars has recently toured with two different bands, laying down albums with each. Now he’s reissuing Primus’ first two recordings, Suck on This…
CD REVIEWS
Billy Bragg and The Blokes England, Half English (CD, Elektra) It’s been six years since Billy Bragg released a record of his own songs. Much of that time was spent communing with Woody Guthrie (on volumes one and two of Mermaid Avenue, he collaborated with Wilco on music for Guthrie’s “lost” lyrics), an effort that…
HIRING THE M.O.B.
If it weren’t for British impresario Malcolm McLaren, the Sex Pistols might have been just another forgotten, working-class punk band. But as their manager, McLaren knew how to market the Sex Pistols’ apocalyptic message; he molded them into everything young kids wanted to see and everything their parents dreaded. More than 25 years later, marketing…
THE DIRTY HANDS OF GOD
If Hal Hartley had not already appropriated the name, Bill Paxton’s directorial debut might more aptly have been titled Trust. There is nothing frail about the intractable men who inhabit Frailty, a psychological thriller about the fealty that binds and blinds a son to his demented father. “We’re God’s hands,” Dad (Paxton) proclaims to his…
THE DIRTY HANDS OF GOD
If Hal Hartley had not already appropriated the name, Bill Paxton’s directorial debut might more aptly have been titled Trust. There is nothing frail about the intractable men who inhabit Frailty, a psychological thriller about the fealty that binds and blinds a son to his demented father. “We’re God’s hands,” Dad (Paxton) proclaims to his…
