Size doesn’t count

Dancer, Texas Pop. 81 is a nice little movie. That probably sounds like an insult, but it’s not meant to be. It’s a genuine sentiment, one not often given–or even fished for–with movies these days, where if it can’t be bigger, it had best be weirder than anything that’s come…

He got lame

In the production notes for Spike Lee’s new movie, He Got Game, the filmmaker is quoted as saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever done a film that is just about one thing….” That’s true: usually he’s able to cram in two or three things. In his new He Got Game,…

Colonialism and its discontents

Chinese Box arrives with one of the weirdest hybrid pedigrees in living memory. The writing credits include–in addition to the film’s director, Wayne Wang–Jean-Claude Carriere, who worked on most of the best films of Luis Bunuel’s late period (Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, Phantom of Liberty, Belle de Jour); classy…

A dead horse

Victor Hugo’s 1862 novel Les Miserables, which he began in 1845, runs in most editions to around 1,500 pages. The latest film version–there have been five other adaptations for movies or television–runs a bit under two and a half hours. It’s an expert piece of pruning–entire continents of plot and…

Night & Day

thursday april 30 Wynton Marsalis is a jazzman’s jazzman, a purist with a discography longer than a Charlie Parker solo and the chops to back it up. But he has also found time to indulge his other love–classical music–squelching the notion that jazz players “just make it up as they…

Gag hag

Playwright, essayist, and screenwriter Wendy Wasserstein recently admitted in an Advocate interview that she’s fallen in love with more than one gay man during her lifetime. Of course, this was to promote her deliriously witty screenplay for The Object of My Affection, the story of a straight woman who falls…

Dog’s best buddy

Bruiser, a rottweiler-mix pup, was found stumbling through an alley, dragging a heavy chain. He had mange and heart worms. Winston the cattle dog was forsaken as well, running lonely through Oak Cliff. How about a smiley little shih tzu with one eye, or a fuzzy poodle with diabetes? Snoopy…

Whitewashed

I learned an important lesson while watching Having Our Say, Emily Mann’s theatrical adaptation of the best-selling memoir from a pair of hundred-year-old black sisters in New York: African-Americans have indeed arrived in the mainstream. This huge Broadway hit celebrates the fact that they can be just as shortsighted and…

Mr. Universe

The gallery space feels womb-like–dark, humid, warm. Actual mist floats though the air. An old film whirrs on a tiny antique projector, little strobe lights throw images toward an old stuffed chair. Smoke and mirrors, if you will, where the claustrophobic meets the soothing in the strange and ominous microcosm…

Painfully bleak

Hong Kong director Kirk Wong (credited here as Che-Kirk Wong) is the latest defector from the troubled H.K. film industry. Until now, he has been best known in the United States for his Jackie Chan film Crime Story, which played art houses before being picked up for wider release by…

Double timing

Gwyneth Paltrow gets another chance to show off her letter-perfect English accent in Sliding Doors, an engaging romantic comedy that employs a rather novel narrative device: After introducing the main characters and setting up the basic story, the film splits into two separate but parallel plot lines. It’s a twist…

Charlie Chardonnay

Is the opposite of offhand, onhand? If so, The Spanish Prisoner is the most onhand movie since Stanley Kubrick’s Full Metal Jacket. Writer-director David Mamet delights in his own supposed cleverness; he wants you to scratch your head while he manipulates your brain. Campbell Scott plays a researcher in some…

Promiscuous prudes

In writer-director James Toback’s quicksilver sex comedy Two Girls and a Guy, Robert Downey Jr. plays Blake Allen, a struggling New York actor who lives in a spacious loft in SoHo he probably can’t afford. He’s a pampered prince who has worked out for himself a cozy romantic subterfuge: He…

You want a revolution?

Two unrelated facts: the French Revolution happened more than 200 years ago. Painting has been called “dead.” So what’s an artist doing painting the clasped hands of Napoleon and the baleful gaze of Louis the XVI? He’s kicking beautiful dust in the eyes of narrow-sighted fact-mongers, that’s what. Toronto-based Tony…

Scum of a preacher man

This year’s USA Film Festival may have, uh, sucked, but that doesn’t mean that great films aren’t coming to Dallas. Witness the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Culture’s special screening of The Night of the Hunter, the 1955 film that did for preachers what Stephen King’s It did for clowns…

Night & Day

thursday april 23 Let’s face facts: If wine were really “better than masturbating” (as the tag line for the Art Bar’s Generation X Wine Tasting argues), there would be more Internet sites devoted to full-bodied Merlots instead of Pamela Lee’s full-bodied implants, and peep shows would be replaced by $1-per-glass…

Big strides

Just now, Cool Storm is anything but. The two-year-old thoroughbred rages beneath his rider, a bundle of nerves wound tightly inside a fierce and beautiful half-ton frame. He shuffles from side to side, rears backward, moves any which way but forward. The horse grinds his teeth so hard, so loudly,…

Theater of the absurd

The caprice of totalitarianism burdened the thoughts of a 32-year-old Albert Camus when, in 1945, he staged a theatrical meditation called Caligula, or The Meaning of Death. He hid out while the Nazis plundered France, writing inflammatory articles for the Resistance and nurturing his philosophy of the absurd that would…

Love and abstinence

With I Love You…Don’t Touch Me!, first-time filmmaker Julie Davis has made a low-budget movie about love and abstinence among under-30s that looks less to the films of her generational peers–Noah Baumbach’s Kicking and Screaming or Kevin Smith’s Chasing Amy for instance–than to Woody Allen’s quirky romances of the ’70s…

Everyday ravishments

From its very first frame, Neil Jordan’s The Butcher Boy whooshes us inside the rollicking, deranged world of 12-year-old Francie Brady (Eamonn Owens). Francie is a red-headed roustabout who lives with his alcoholic “Da” (Stephen Rea) and screw-loose mother (Aisling O’Sullivan) in a small town in northern Ireland in the…

The joke’s on us

Since 1993, Denton’s Good/Bad Art Collective has made the unexpected part of its routine. From its one-night-only installation policy to its constant stretching of the definition of art, Good/Bad has created art that not only involves viewers, it depends on them. The collective’s methods extend to the concerts that help…

Paranoid androids

Machine art. Interactive kinetic sculpture. Robotic performance art. Extreme technology art. Whatever you call it, it’s usually violent, incendiary, and nihilistic. That’s what makes it fun. The Seemen, a San Francisco-based machine-art collective, descend on the Orbit Room on Tuesday, April 21, to show this cloistered town the thrill of…