In the minds of dejected little girls across the country, there is perhaps no greater cause of heartbreak than the cruel reality that B2K's first movie will probably be its last.
With a solemn, artsy title like "House of Sand and Fog," it's easy to imagine director Vadim Perelman's debut film as a sappy sentimental drama involving a decaying Victorian manor, the kind of movie with foppish elderly British couples bemoaning the slow disrepair of an old mansion.
All publicity is good publicity, as the saying goes, and Al Franken probably could not have imagined a better scenario in which to release his new book "Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right." After all, before a certain network decided to sue Franken and his publisher, the book was languishing near the bottom of most pre-order charts.
Until a few days ago, I was the only person in the world who had never seen "Scarface." Somehow in the 21 years of my life I never got around to watching the movie, and I suppose the reason was that on some level I had already seen the film.
"Du Rififi Chez Les Hommes" is the prototypical film noir, a stylish classic of the genre that remains as relevant and enjoyable today as it was in the 1950s.
Erykah, Erykah, Erykah, you done lost your mind. It's been a long strange journey for Ms. Badu, having come out in 1996 at the forefront of a wave of music dubbed "neo-soul." Back then she was that somewhat strange, pseudo-spiritual siren who wore big head-wraps, and her debut album "Baduizm" garnered all kinds of critical accolades.
It was worth the wait. It's even better than you thought it would be. Better than "Stankonia." Better than "Aquemini," even.
"Remember ... I don't exist." These are the words spoken by a prostitute of unknown African ancestry, describing the condition of countless individuals in cities across the world.
I never planned on seeing "Seabiscuit." Why would I want to see a corny horse-race movie starring the boring, soulless, creepy-looking Tobey Maguire?
OutDaFace Productions, a new group out of Ridgewood, Queens, put forth a strong first effort on their self-titled debut compilation album.
