The Godzilla theme of this year’s Dallas Observer Music Awards can be interpreted in many ways. Godzilla could represent the growing presence of corporate venues, their monstrous feet crushing everything in sight. Or it could represent the ubiquitous destruction/construction cycle we’ve seen in Big D over the past, oh, gazillion…
Aww nuts. Here I was thinking Vodka and Kisses was going to be a sordid after party of endless booze and anonymous sex but no, it’s a play. Two chicks are total best friends forever until a man enters the picture and the inevitable kick to the curb comes to…
The press release here before me the most build-up ever with lines like “Possibly the most performed Mexican theatrical production in the world” and “Brought to you by the Dallas Video Festival, Vistas Film Festival and the Asian Film Festival of Dallas.” My expectations are high for their subtitled silent…
What says “Dallas” more than Neiman Marcus presenting a salon on fashion? I don’t care if people say this is a shallow town only interested in big hair and plastic surgery. Would we like our Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders and Mavs Dancers any other way? I like having umpteen Starbucks. I…
The day George Clooney, Tom Cruise and Angelina Jolie do dinner theater may be light years away. Heck, it would probably be an alternate universe. So instead we’ll just have to settle for knock-offs thanks to Tim Shane and the Comedy Killers, as they present Celebrity Newly-Deads. Tom Schmooze and…
With this heat and humidity, what could be better than donning flannel pajamas? There’s nothing like warm fabric sticking to your sweaty skin, but, hey, you might not notice thanks to the potential of winning some fat cash. GayBINGO is going Annette Funicello-like with Pajama Party night. So bust out…
I hate being on this cinematic bandwagon where everything Pedro Almodóvar does is complete genius. But it’s fairly true. And if it’s not genius, then his stuff is still pretty damn good and interesting to watch. His recent Volver proved to the rest of the world that Penelope Cruz really…
Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day. I imagine that’s what the employees of the Texas Discovery Gardens will be chanting during Outdoor Fun Day this Saturday. All this precipitation is probably both a blessing and a curse to the horticultural haven. Despite astounding greenery, it wouldn’t be…
Other than value menus at many a drive-through, the dollar doesn’t carry much weight. That reality slapped me in the face when I bought a pack of gum for a $1.19 at Target. And since when did “dollar movies” start charging a buck-fifty? Forget that, I’m heading to the Dallas…
The last thing my parents would expect at this point in my life is me spending the evening with a woman. However, I can’t say that a night out with three women would go over well with them either. Well, maybe my dad, but that’s just how men are. On…
For those in need of a basketball or even a Mavericks fix, SMU may have the answer. Now don’t start grumbling about Dirk and Co. not making it to the finals this year. Patience is a virtue, and we now know that next year is the time for that trophy…
Oh, to be stuck in round after round of Die Hards, Transformers and Nancy Drews for the next few weeks. This is the struggle that people living in Fort Worth have to face in the remaining months of the long but yet not so hot summer. Hollywood cinema, good and…
I love those well-intentioned parents who try to keep the education going during their kids’ summer break. Efforts to get them all cultured up with trips to the museum, symphony and theater add up to a proud gleam in mom and dad’s eyes while clandestine yawns are borne from their…
Break out the citronella, grab a blanket and bring the popcorn as Addison presents yet another event to convince people they should be in love with the town. If you’re tired of taking out a small business loan to go to the movies lately, Addison does increase its appeal by…
I graduated from Richland College a couple of years ago, and I swear it totally changed my life. I made great friends, had amazing instructors (one even became my mentor), got published and, ultimately, the Robert Wilonsky spoke to my class. Can it get much better? It didn’t hurt that…
I would have made a better Italian. No doubt about it. I have total appreciation for my Hispanic culture and live safely distant from Farmers Branch, but the bottom line is Italians have better food. Despite the similarities between Mexican and Italian cuisine—lots of carbs, cheeses and fatty meats—I think…
Gay film festivals are the best. Oh wait, GLBTQI film festivals are the best, to be politically correct. Although, might I suggest to the community a more marketable, minimally syllabic identity? Just saying. Even after years of pseudo-acceptance by the community at large, “gay” is still a huge resource of…
If it wasn’t for my phobia of popping noises, I would go see Chicago with Lisa Rinna and Tom Wopat. I don’t think my ears or heart could handle all the shooting though. Kids’ birthday parties are a bitch with all those balloons. And the gunshots in my neighborhood are…
Like most other kids, I got my fill of cartoons every Saturday morning. In hindsight though, my television proclivities leaned toward the sitcom and somewhat frighteningly so. I remember feeling sorry for Edith Bunker because she was so meek. I was disturbed when George Jefferson would walk on British neighbor…
Whether reading Wine for Dummies or surfing tasting-wine.com, I still can’t distinguish mahogany from purple or master the swish and smell. Does it have to be this hard? Can’t I just take a swig and either grimace or grin as a result? I’m this close to being done with my…
Damn that Shakespeare. After a while, all his plays and plots start running together and sounding alike. I can’t even remember in which one I was the shining star of the ensemble cast. For sure I was in Love’s Labour’s Lost and maybe Much Ado About Nothing, but for the…
Oil paints, charcoal and watercolors were heaven to me in my elementary art class. The fact that the room was away from campus felt more like exile than curriculum, giving it an aura of taboo—as if art wasn’t really education but a secret my school had been hiding from all…
