Keep on Trekkin’

It ain’t that hard to parody Star Trek’s original series; Lord knows it did a good job of that itself. And certainly, many have tried; Jim Carrey did on In Living Color (with the “Wrath of Farrakhan” sketch), Kevin Pollak has built an entire career on his William Shatner impersonation,…

Too far to care?

If you haven’t made seeing this band a year-end tradition by now, some curmudgeons may advise, “Don’t bother.” Not because the Old 97’s aren’t worth it, but because these holiday appearances inspire so much celebratory expectation and draw so many warm bodies that, unless you’ve been supporting them for years,…

A real Rush

Despite the lovable exterior of his famous character The Tramp, Charlie Chaplin was a consummate control freak. He kept his sets closed (shades of Stanley Kubrick and George Lucas) and did much of the work himself, using only a small group of regular players and whatever actress was his current…

All’s well that ends well

One evening last week, a local news broadcast let loose a disturbing bit of information. This past year’s crime statistics show that while violent crime is down all over the nation, it’s up in North Texas. By 12 percent. Let’s repeat that: The rest of the United States is (miraculously)…

Ego trip

Ah, what a miracle that Andy Kaufman was. So sublime his wit, so pioneering his spirit. Astonishing! A hero to be loved, adored, and emulated by all artists and performers for the rest of eternity. An opener of doors, a smasher-down of barriers, a glorious, luminous, intrepid spirit without whom…

Yule love it

There is a wonderful collision of the best of theatrical possibilities in Christmas at Ground Zero, especially at this time of year. It offers real emotion, not mere sentiment; short bursts of inspiration, not two-act platitudes; and genuinely surprising subject matter woven into a holiday context, rather than rote tales…

Hard candy Christmas

Over the last few years, I’ve seen David Sedaris — that little smart-ass — read his work at the McKinney Avenue Contemporary, Southern Methodist University, Crossroads Market, and the Dallas Museum of Art. So I don’t consider myself just a fan of his, but an enlisted member in his unholy…

Quick, draw

It’s dark in one of DNA Productions’ state-of-the-art workstations, located in a suite of rented offices on Cedar Springs near Love Field. John Davis — the “D” in DNA — is cuing up a scene from Olive, the Other Reindeer, the animation production company’s first hour-long Christmas special, set to…

Blink

MAC dandy First, they were using code words to explain why Theresa Jones abruptly left her job as director of the McKinney Avenue Contemporary last week, a job she held for four of the MAC’s five years of existence. (To wit, she left “to pursue other interests.”) When a key…

Southern discomfort

Nobody is innocent in America, but there is one segment of the population that seems doggedly determined to deny its own ignorance, ugliness, and violence: the redneck. The sludge on the bottom of the melting pot, this offshoot of European ancestry continues, to this day, to foment racist terrorism, religious…

Little orphan Tobey

It is rare to find a movie that is as accomplished, multilayered, and rewarding as the novel from which it was adapted, but The Cider House Rules is such a film. Directed by Lasse Hallström (My Life as a Dog, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?), the film displays the kind of…

Off the Mork

If there’s anything that could make me believe in a cruel and vengeful God (or in the existence of the Dark Prince himself), it’s the incredible success of writer-turned-director Chris Columbus. Columbus is, in sheer dollar terms, the most successful comedy director of all time, having been at the helm…

Mice try

It’s too tempting to resist. You see, there’s a secret about Stuart Little that the fine folks at Sony don’t want to blow. It’s not that each one of the half-million computer-generated hairs on the mouse’s head is cute as the dickens. It isn’t that human stars Geena Davis and…

A crown jewel

I sincerely hope Jodie Foster gets a chance to relax and unwind this holiday season, because the lady has obviously worked like a horse to instill her latest role with humanity and significance. As intrepid British widow Anna Leonowens in the huge and poetic new Anna and the King, Foster…

Honk if it’s art!

There I am again, stuck in traffic and staring at the bumper of the orange ’80s Datsun idling in front of me. You know the kind of car — the one with the political bumper sticker that makes you want to do something drastic, violent, something that could raise your…

The not-so tiny Tim

A lot of ink has spilled over director Tim Burton lately in the wake of his latest release, Sleepy Hollow. Reviews are mixed, of course, just as they often are for Burton’s films. But this time out, it seems critics are no longer referring to the director’s constant sense of…

The Art of the matter …

One of the most impressive things about Art isn’t that it won a Tony and an Olivier and an Evening Standard, blah blah blah, but that the script has legs long enough to carry it across the world. Since Yasmina Reza’s play debuted in France in the mid-’90s, it has…

Blink

The Kimbell, weakly It’s getting harder and harder to believe Kimbell Art Museum spokesperson Wendy Gottlieb when she says Fort Worth’s world-class museum isn’t holding some sort of grudge against the alternative press. When Gottlieb finally returned Blink’s call for comment about the Kimbell’s lost bid for a pricey Botticelli…

The pardon

Have you ever endured a relationship in which your partner beat you up mercilessly just to be able to “heal” you and play the redeemer later on? Granted, that’s a weird question and perhaps one better explored by Akbar and Jeff in Matt Groening’s Life in Hell strip, but it…

Party at ground zero

Millennial hysteria takes many forms. Some people fall prey to a travel agent and book a cruise to the Aegean, bent on passing New Century’s Eve with Aristotle’s ghost and a nice plate of moussaka. Others, of appropriate age and inclination, vow to get drunk and copulate at the stroke…