Once Oprah gets a hold on something, it’s not a secret. But that doesn’t seem to be a problem for the folks behind the Center for Spiritual Living, who host The Secret Workshop, about changing your life through gratitude, positive thoughts and the concept of unlimited power for good. They…
I love The Wizard of Oz. I love sparkly shoes and friendly lions and houses that fall on people you don’t like. There is one scene I despise, however: I hate the part where Dorothy’s neighbor tries to take Toto away. I mean, I’ve had bad neighbors before, with screaming…
My whole relationship with the art of dance has been a tempestuous one. I was good at square dancing in second grade but not so good at the moonwalk in seventh. Likewise, I could never pick up the cotton-eyed Joe but voguing came naturally. Tap-dancing lessons without tap shoes had…
You might think Leahy is a tie-dyed jam band fronted by beloved Vermont Senator (and noted Deadhead) Patrick Leahy, touring the land in a biodiesel VW bus and rocking out against the evils of illegal government wire-tapping. But you’d be wrong, since Leahy is actually a Celtic pop band comprised…
He made the Statue of Liberty vanish. He levitated over the freakin’ Grand Canyon. He was knighted by the French government. Four nations pay tribute to him on their postage. He owns an island in the southern Bahamas where he says he’s discovered a fountain of youth that brings dead…
It’s never done. But the work of many women in places such as the Democratic Republic of Congo and Kenya is beyond endless. They scratch the ground with sticks to plant vegetables. They carry heavy loads on their heads and jerrycans of water on their backs. All while caring for…
It would be easy to dismiss Winger as just another late ’80s hair metal band trying to jump on the sequin-and-spandex bandwagon driven by Poison and Ratt. They had all the ingredients for a glam cocktail: tight pants, power ballads, etc. But what most people don’t realize is lead singer…
Don’t lie. You’re sitting there daydreaming, hoping. You’re envisioning some enchanted evening when you’ll see a stranger across a crowded room…or something. And he’ll be some really settled Frenchman, and there’ll be a palm tree or two. And music. Specifically Rodgers and Hammerstein—which is totally random, but whatever, it’s your…
Remember, like, two days ago when NorthPark Center was a dull, dreary beige-bricked enclave desperately clinging to its Neiman’s and Burberry? No matter what kind of high-end finery was available at the posh places, the Charlotte Russe and that creepy hamburger place by the pet clothing store made you feel…
With Posh and Becks moving stateside, people in this country may start caring about soccer, er, football, a bit more. We’ll go to the games, we’ll join Hoops Nation, we’ll proudly wear our red and white and we’ll be hooligans. OK, maybe not that last part, because that’d be a…
From Minnie Pearl to Dolly Parton to Amy Sedaris, Southern chicks have always played an important role in the comedy world. And judging by the promotional video on their Web site, it’s possible the women of the Southern Fried Chicks Comedy Tour—Leanne Morgan, Karen Mills and Etta May—might ruin the…
For their one-year anniversary, the Road Agent folks are serving gallery-goers a revolving, mashed-up smorgasbord featuring work from some of their favorite artists, among them the bold canine portraits of Raychael Stine and James Christopher Case’s intricate ink and charcoal reflections on modern disaster. Road Agent: The Audience Is Listening…
My all-time favorite chef/food-realted personality is Anthony Bourdain. The guy’s full of ‘tude, he knows the ins and outs of running a kitchen, he’ll eat anything and he’s written the books to prove all of it. But while I enjoy his being a bit of an asshole, others might not…
In the month when Hollywood director James Cameron makes a splash (or belly flop) with The Lost Tomb of Jesus, a unique exhibit arrives at Fair Park with 350 rare artifacts from the Holy Land. Created in conjunction with the Hebrew University of Jerusalem’s Institute of Archaeology, the interactive exhibit…
I saw Shut Up and Sing and loved it before the Dixie Chicks won five Grammys, but the stubborn remarks by country DJs—whose hatred of the Chicks was only deepened by their recent success—made me love the film even more. The documentary chronicles the aftermath of the Chicks’ Natalie Maines’…
It may be hard out there for a pimp, but it ain’t too hard for a writer-director to make a movie whose marketing hinges on the lurid spectacle of Samuel L. Jackson pulling a half-naked Christina Ricci around on a chain. This sort of cheap trick is what they used…
Wild Hogs—in which John Travolta, William H. Macy, Tim Allen, and Martin Lawrence play emasculated suburbanites taking a cross-country motorcycle trip to rediscover their masculinity—doesn’t even sound like a real movie when you describe it to people. They give you that yer-shittin’-me stare, as though it were even possible to…
Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny (New Line) You probably already know where you stand on Tenacious D, the pudgy hard rock comedy duo that made Jack Black famous. And if you haven’t heard of them, this isn’t the place to start: Their DVD of short films and music…
For the aging videogamer, nothing’s as sorely missed as the corner arcade. Unlike the family-friendly Dance Dance Revolution discos you see today, classic arcades were seedy little dives tucked into strip malls — dark caves thick with the musty bouquet of cheap carpet and adolescent stench. They were also thick…
Bratz: Fashion Pixiez (Lions Gate) Conversations With God (Fox) Cool It Carol (Image) Deep Red (Blue Underground) Dreamland (Image) Filmation’s Ghostbusters (Brentwood) George Carlin: Life Is Worth Losing (MPI) Journey to the End of the Night (First Look) Little Einsteins: The Legend of the Golden Pyramid (Disney) Hawaii, Oslo (Film…
The knock on Lebron James this year is that he’s coasting, that he seems uninterested, and that he doesn’t seem to have the fire in his belly of a true champion. So maybe he’s not the next Michael Jordan, and maybe he’s just sick of playing in godawful Cleveland. Regardless,…
To (possibly) be famous, or to be blue-collar? That is the question. For Larry the Cable Guy, it’s a non-issue. Then again, he’s a total sham in a sleeveless flannel so perhaps I shouldn’t even grant him the honor of that mention. For Troy Maxson, Negro Baseball League star-cum-garbage man…
