Straight out of New York City, coming at you in our very own Cabell Hall, live on a Saturday night ... it's Jessica Ann Leshnower, one Broadway baby you do not want to miss.
Every good University student knows that the Bayly Art Museum is somewhere down Rugby Road. However, with other possible pleasures in the vicinity, artistic treasures seldom are truly explored.
There's a festival blazing a trail through Charlottesville in the form of "Twelfth Night," the newest production from theatrical troupe Shakespeare on the Lawn. Shakespeare's play revolves around the Feast of the Epiphany, a yearly ceremony of partying and debauchery taking place on January 6, the "twelfth night" of Christmas.
Chuck Noland is an all-American average Joe of the movie moment. His age we can't quite pinpoint: too old to still be enjoying his salad days, and yet too young to be past the prime of his life.
If you are looking for a feel-good movie full of bunnies and daffodils, look elsewhere by all means.
Improvisation is an art form that has gained a respected place in the international lexicon of comedy.
"Traffic" does not waste any time getting to the gritty heart of the matter. Steven Soderbergh's drug drama is an epic dissection of the world of narcotics, one where the line between good and bad is almost completely obscured and one where the person next to you could be a user or a fighter - or maybe both. Adapted and updated by Stephen Gaghan and Simon Moore from the decade-old British mini-series, "Traffic" presents a compelling tapestry of carefully interwoven stories.
After shunning bubble-gum boy bands and manufactured pop music, I have shamelessly ventured into the world of the Top 40.
"Dirty Dancing." "Saturday Night Fever." "Footloose." Each of these movies treats the art of dance as a coming of age metaphor or an impetus for social revolution.
Imagine a world where cars drive themselves and bachelors have virtual girlfriends. Sounds like paradise, right?
I do understand that with only 11 months out of the way, a list acknowledging the best and worst of film this year seems a little premature.
Alastair Moock never disappoints. His latest CD is a treasure trove of folk tunes that please like Sinead O'Connor's voice on ice.
Erykah Badu steps back into the spotlight with a new turban and R&B vibe, all wrapped up in her latest album, "Mama's Gun." A long playing - 72 minutes to be exact - serpentine fusion of R&B, jazz and soul, "Gun" follows the same road that artists like Lauryn Hill, The Roots and Bob Marley once traveled.
Backstreet's back, right? Well, almost. America's favorite sweet-sounding quintet's "Black and Blue" is a combination of the group's previous formula of crooning lyrics and sugary melodies with new techno-inspired voice alterations and more mature subject matter.
"Ghetto Postage" is the latest in a seemingly endless cache of No Limit releases that will alienate everyone but the waning fanbase that is still down with Master P's army.
Can 102 adorable Dalmatian puppies make up for an unoriginal story line, predictable plot development, shallow performances and bad puns?
Sometimes I think that writers come up with a catchy hook, whether it is a moment, a twist or even just a catchy phrase, around which they try to weave an entire story.
Last spring, I wrote a nasty letter to the Academy, blast- ing them for failing to recognize just how fertile film had been during 1999.
Warning: Christmas lovers beware. Every child grew up with Dr. Seuss's charming story, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." Unfortunately, Universal Pictures has stolen most of that charm.
A film starring Gwyneth Paltrow and ex-beau Ben Affleck should have no trouble at the box office.
