Those of us who love dance movies know that they operate under a few unwritten rules. They do not require the most original plot and characters, or the strongest actors.
I HAVE been writing this column for three days, and still it remains unfinished. It's funny -- I'm never at a loss for words.
MY IMMEDIATE thought when I received my first job rejection over e-mail was, "Why couldn't they at least send me a real letter so I could get a free drink at Orbits?" The more I mulled it over, the more angry I became at the use of impersonal, casual e-mail to deliver such weighty news. Unfortunately, this seems to be a growing trend.
Just reading a scene from Tennessee Williams' "A Streetcar Named Desire" is an experience in itself.
With the immense commercial and critical success of "American Beauty," it wouldn't take a psychic to predict an onslaught of tragi-comedy in the next year.
THESIS. It's a scary word, isn't it? I probably just frightened half my readers away. For all you brave souls still reading, take heart.
Ever wonder just what the Seven Society really does - I mean, besides provide a welcome distraction from boring convocation speeches?
SHE'S A media dream. Last fall, Cherie Blair, the wife of British prime minister Tony Blair, shocked the nation by announcing that, at age 45, she is pregnant.
WHENEVER I'm angry with my roommate, I have a secret weapon -- showtunes. For some odd reason, she finds these, my favorite CDs, torturous, and will do nearly anything to avoid listening to them.
I usually cite "She's All That" as the low point in what otherwise has been a fairly successful reinvention of the intelligent and incisive teen film genre.
