Waiting was the hardest part

Writer-director Terrence Malick’s The Thin Red Line, the filmmaker’s adaptation of James Jones’ 1962 bestseller about the World War II battle for Guadalcanal, arrives in theaters with an almost unbearable weight of expectation. After graduating in the first class at AFI’s Advanced Film Studies program and working briefly as a…

Night & Day

thursday january 7 Keenen Ivory Wayans’ publicist and agent can spin this however they want, but the fact is, his three-night stand at the Improv in Addison is a sign that the actor-comedian-talk show host’s career is on a downward spiral that will most likely end with a recurring role…

Long dead, The King

It’s funny how none of the press materials accompanying the flurry of local activity surrounding Elvis Presley’s 64th birthday celebration on Friday mention The King’s untimely passing a while back. It could be wishful thinking or complete denial, but more likely, no one wants to upset all of the true…

Say it ain’t so

It makes perfect sense to form a Beatles or Rolling Stones tribute band. After all, everyone already likes those bands and knows all the songs, or at least enough to fill an hour-long set at Club Dada. Plus, the Fab Four have been broken up for almost three decades, and…

Anywhere but here

Early in the second quarter against the Washington Redskins on Sunday night, Emmitt Smith ran toward history, and this time he did not stumble, did not spin around and go backward. Two minutes and 22 seconds into the period, Smith ran for inches–inches that, finally, did not seem like miles–and…

White like me

My early college years found me jumping back and forth between attraction and repulsion on the question of white people co-opting black culture-or, at least, black music. On the one hand, reading liver-spotted libidinist Norman Mailer’s inadvertently hilarious early essay “The White Negro” led me to adopt this ode to…

Break it down

It’s a new year. Time to stop asking the question: “How does the Dallas art scene compare to other cities?” Replacement query: How is the Dallas art scene doing, period? I won’t pretend that I’m intimate with every dent and cranny of the local artistic community. For various reasons, from…

Eight is enough

Silver lining or slender thread? That question nags at me as I go over my best-of-the-year list. There were some terrific movies in 1998–eight, according to my count. But the average film keeps on getting worse. If movies remain as synthetic and incompetent as they are for the most part,…

A slightly dirty dozen

The past year has been filled with good films…interesting films…worthwhile films. In fact there were many that I think of as being wonderful or droll or whatever. But 1998 failed to produce a single film to which the term “great” might be applied. Most years have at least one great…

This year’s model

So it takes a big holiday to lure the Old 97’s onto a Dallas stage. See, Rhett don’t live here anymore. Even after he sang (with great conviction, we might add) about Los Angeles: “I might’ve wound up in L.A. pannin’ for gold/Found me a woman to warm up with…

Back in black

Orson Welles’ classic, The Lady of Shanghai, is the quintessential film noir. You have all the basic elements: the femme fatale, the unsolved murder, and the innocent man unable to extricate himself from the labyrinthine sequence of events that trapped him, or from the woman who drew him in. From…

Night & Day

thursday december 31 There are hundreds of ways to spend New Year’s Eve. Trust us: We compiled the New Year’s Eve Guide that appears later in this paper. But for our money, there is no better place to spend the last night of 1998 than at Bar of Soap. The…

Home for the holidays

Dallas is Larry O’Dwyer’s stomping ground, and I am the Lilliputian who scurries amid the underbrush, firing projectile adjectives at his all-terrain-vehicle feet. Well, the dream I had after seeing Theatre Three’s manically funny production of The Miser went something like that. Mr. O’Dwyer is a founding company member of…

Life Is semisweet

British actress Jane Horrocks is thrice-gifted: She can act, she can sing, and she can sing like Judy Garland–and like Shirley Bassey, Marilyn Monroe, Marlene Dietrich, and a host of other legendary performers. Horrocks’ ability to mimic the singing and speaking voices of these artists lies at the heart of…

Meet Joe Young (again)

In 1933, producer Merian C. Cooper, director Ernest B. Schoedsack, and pioneering animator Willis O’Brien created one of this century’s most indelible and powerful archetypes: King Kong. Then they did a peculiar thing: As if appalled at what they had wrought–but also delighted at the money it made them–they spent…

Emotional rescue

Given the manipulative tendencies of many mainstream pictures, Stepmom easily could have slipped into a sticky morass of sentimentality and melodrama. Instead, it proves a genuinely affecting movie that approaches its adult themes with intelligence, maturity, and rare authenticity. The film stars Susan Sarandon as Jackie, a divorced mother of…

Southern cross

The talents of Maya Angelou–she is or has been a teacher, memoirist, prizewinning poet, actress, civil rights activist, editor, playwright, composer, dancer, producer, theater and TV director, and advisor to three presidents–range so far and deep that no feat she accomplishes could come as a surprise. Give this quick study…

Mild Irish roses

At the heart of Pat O’Connor’s rich, bittersweet Dancing at Lughnasa lies the quaint notion that once upon a time, people–especially women–whose youthful dreams were dashed, even those who lived entire lives of quiet desperation, might attain a state of grace, a kind of ascetic nobility to which the rest…

As we like it

Geniuses often come across unimpressively in the movies. Amadeus presented Mozart as a giggling fop. Both Kirk Douglas and Tim Roth gave us Van Gogh as a pathetic head case. I.Q.’s Albert Einstein was a cupid-playing old duffer. Ken Russell’s freaky depictions of Liszt and Mahler speak for themselves. The…

Not stocking stuffers

Guess it’s not too often that a group exhibition in this town includes such luminaries as Jonathan Borofsky, Francesco Clemente, David Salle, and Eric Fischl (sounds like class reunion of Art Stars ’86). Leave it to Turner and Runyon, the one contemporary space in these parts that fairly ignores local…

Holiday Howl

At this time of year, there are few places to hide from the seasonal attack of nonstop Christmas lights, bad lawn ornaments, and the too-cheery carols that stalk us even into the supermarket. Movie theaters are plagued with Disney blockbusters, and we can’t stand the thought of watching another television…

Night & Day

thursday december 24 Depending on your situation, Christmas Eve is either the happiest night of the year or the most depressing, and for some people, it’s both. Sure, you get to be around all of your family, but hey, you also get to be around all of your family. But…