The Winter Olympics might be in full swing on the other side of the planet, but on Wednesday Cirque du Soleil brings a little bit of Eastern Europe to Frisco. We’re not talking about unfinished hotels and captured orca whales, or anything else that might jump to your mind at…
Ahhh, the DFW Auto Show, that consumerist orgy. This year, it has more than half a million square feet of exhibit space featuring nearly every make and model of cars, trucks and SUVs. Just hundreds and hundreds of shiny new vehicles ready for your close inspection — once you clear…
If you had to do a thesis for graduation, you probably spent months and months on minutiae — manipulating data, shedding tears and mining sources only to complete a document that nobody has looked at since it was filed in your graduation paperwork. Does anyone ever do a graduate thesis…
You tried so hard to keep those damn princesses out of your house: blanket Disney bans, female-empowerment board books, pretend lab coats instead of tiaras. But when your daughter leaves your house, she’s confronted with propaganda for the princess industrial complex at every turn. Her friends have princess sneakers, princess…
If plays could be judged on their titles alone, this one would sweep every awards show including Nickelodeon’s Kids Choice just because. It’s called The Motherfucker with the Hat and it regionally premieres at Kitchen Dog Theater (3120 McKinney Ave.) on Valentine’s Day, natch. Motherfucker is a tale of vengeance…
Family almost always makes the best subject for ensemble comedies because it’s easy for anyone to relate to and it’s cathartic to laugh at the aggravating, frustrating exploits of a group of people who aren’t related to you. Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike, the Tony Award-winning play being…
Bob Costas, two nights ago, you won the Olympics. You were sitting there, with your double broken eyes, listening to one of those boring in-between-actual-events stories that Mary Carillo is forced by producers to do so that the world can take a bathroom break. And when the story was over,…
Laurie Anderson is known best for her chart-topping song “O Superman,” an avant garde phenomenon that oddly crossed-over into popular consumption in 1981. It even scored her a seven-album recording deal with Warner Brothers, back when those kinds of offers mattered. But she’s far more than a one-hit wonder. Anderson’s…
When Josh Butler took an energetic leap of faith toward his dream, he didn’t exactly land on his feet. It was more like a really bummed film junkie who landed in bankruptcy court. Staring at the floor he shook his head, “Why! Why did we just have to have limos…
Comedian Pablo Francisco is somewhere in Virginia Beach, en route to another round of publicity interviews, and his cell phone is stuck under his seat. He and his driver can hear it ringing but decide to retrieve it after they arrive at their destination. Except that plan won’t work. He’s…
If Spanish filmmaker Luis Buñuel hadn’t choked Salvador Dalí’s ladyfriend at that dinner party, film history would have played out differently. But hey, these things happen. The throttling was, quite literally, the sign of tension coming to a head between the two artists. The violence caused Dalí to walk away…
We hardly knew you, Flappy Bird. It’s been just over a week since you first began to pump your little wings on my iPhone, and just like that your creator has returned you to a cage, calling you “addictive” and “a problem.” I know why the caged bird sings, Maya…
There’s a cool museum collaboration happening between Dallas’ Nasher Sculpture Center and Fort Worth’s Modern Art Museum and it’s in the name of a local artist. Painter, sculptor and sketch artist David Bates spent the last 40 years capturing the spirit of South in his varied mediums. Both exhibits opened…
Does Bob Costas have pink eye? Yikes. #welcometoSochi pic.twitter.com/oPE7iTpkdb— Dan Ukrainetz (@Dan_Uk1) February 8, 2014 The lead-up to Sochi was filled with dire signs that Putin’s games were doomed. The toilets are weird! There’s no Chobani! They’re butchering thousands of dogs! My honey packet had a bee in it! And…
West Elm is hosting “Craft a Work of Heart” from 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday at Mockingbird Station benefiting St. Jude Research Hospital in Memphis. Here’s the deal, for every paper heart created, West Elm will donate $1 to St. Jude’s. Their goal is to “set the world record for…
Valentine’s Day aside, The Rise of Flamenco would be a sexy way to spend any Friday night. Lucky for romantics, Orchestra of New Spain, Dallas Flamenco Festival and Danielle Georgiou Dance Group collaborated on a show for this weekend, just in time to save your previously lackluster dinner plans. This…
The lowly writer always seems to be on the bottom rung of the Hollywood food chain. They craft worlds and characters using nothing but their minds, a bottomless pot of extremely strong coffee and a social phobia that makes them hyper-vigilant of human behaviors and emotions. Then it slowly gets…
Robert Orth is splayed on his back, flailing his arms and legs from side to side with big, heavy flops. “Rememmmmberrr!” he wails in a rich, lyrical voice. “The memory chamber! Touch, too much. Too much unremembered!” He uses his legs to drag his body across the floor of the…
It’s cold outside, but it’s time to snap out of that video game coma and break out of hibernation because signage for Jaws and a giant TARDIS outside the Irving Convention Center in Las Colinas can only mean one thing: Sci-Fi Expo 2014! So, burrow out of that cozy blanket…
For weeks after Heath Ledger’s body was found in an apartment in New York City in 2008, curious folks would come into the store in SoHo where I worked and ask, “Do you know where Heath’s building is?” Of course I knew where it was; everyone who worked or lived…
Shows like This American Life pride themselves on telling true, honest-to-God stories about the average American that hold nothing back. However, even their subjects must keep some details and plot points in the furthest quadrants of their minds, so it doesn’t come close to flying out of their mouth. Kevin…
My sister and I are standing in line at the bar just outside the theater when across the room a pay phone rang. I remember whispering something to her like, “You go answer it.” Of course, she refuses. Because she’s a spoilsport and because we are almost at the front…
