I'm only looking forward to Sunday night's Oscar telecast for one reason: Julia Roberts. Why?
Reptile - a word that conjures up immediate images of sun-baked rocks and slithering tongues. It's not a moniker that most people would accept willingly, even from such a famed guitarist as Eric Clapton. But in Clapton's written opening to the album, he specifically defines "reptile" as a term of endearment, a compliment used rarely and only under circumstances of the greatest recognition.
You are a famous actor delivering crucial lines in the middle of a performance when suddenly the consummate thespian nightmare ensues.
"A hero never chooses his destiny. His destiny chooses him." And movies like "Enemy at the Gates" are destined to become memorable. It is World War II, the Soviet front.
English majors, unite. The Virginia Festival of the Book starts tomorrow and runs until Sunday evening.
The current Live Arts Theatre production of "The Rocky Horror Show" musical should come with a disclaimer: "Warning: If you see this show, be prepared to get dirty - and feel dirty, for that matter." If audience members can keep this in mind, "The Rocky Horror Show" can be a night of uncompromisingly tacky fun. "The Rocky Horror Show" was written by Richard O'Brien and first opened in London in 1973.
Apocalyptic, haunting, religious, three-dimensional - all of these words have been used to describe Larissa Szporluk's poetry.
It may be called "The Mexican," but Gore Verbinski's quirky caper is an entirely American affair - a studio product that has "Made in Hollywood" stamped all over it. See, "Mexican" is one of those bulletproof movies.
TV Monitor Move over, VH1. There's a new guilty pleasure in town called The Learning Channel.
"The Professional 2" is not for haters of mainstream hip-hop. In fact, if you are likely to turn the CD off as soon as you hear the voice of Puff Daddy (a.k.a.
Forget all of that election stuff; you are about to read the most politically charged sentence in today's paper right here.
Duncan Sheik may have the most inappropriate nom de plume in all of popular music. While his name may give the impression that he's a slick bump-and-grind balladeer among the likes of Keith Sweat or Billy Ocean, his new album, "Phantom Moon," most definitely proves otherwise.
There's a fresh new voice in Virginia's music scene, one that tempts comparison to young incarnations of now classic rock bands.
At some point in your life, someone told a story. Whether it was a family story passed down through the ages or your babysitter's version of "Goldilocks," you heard and saw stories come to life with hand gestures and voices that changed in volume and pitch to differentiate Papa Bear from Baby Bear.
What do you get when you cross Tim Burton with the Farrelly Brothers and then aim it at kids? A very peculiar movie experience, that's for sure. "Monkeybone," directed by Henry Selick of "A Nightmare Before Christmas" fame, attempts, yet generally fails, to successfully combine black and low-brow comedy into a world of eye candy.
There are few things more disappointing than a movie that looks promising in previews but crashes and burns in the theater.
"Well, I'm not much like my generation / their music only hurts my ears," sings rising country star Kasey Chambers.
Mackey opens his misogynistic mouth to sing a tender song. The song is
Do you remember how terrifying it was to stand at the top of a slide for the first time? Or how fun it was to make shadow puppets on the overhead projection when your teacher wasn't looking?
Grammy Monitor Here we go again: some of the best artists overlooked, music lauded for its catchiness, mediocre albums up for superlative awards.
