“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” This is why artist Terry Stone abandoned life as an advertising art director and began to direct her own experiences into three-dimensional sculpture. When one finds his or her voice as an artist, it shouldn’t be avoided, and we’re glad Stone…
There’s a reason we humans have pharynxes, larynxes and great, flopping, flexible, thrusting tongues. We speak. Ditto for our amazing opposable thumbs that fly furiously over a keyboard or grip a pencil with the greatest of ease. We write. With due deference to body language, we’ve evolved into word-dependent communicators,…
Like Clint Eastwood, Robert De Niro is one of those guys who can make just about any material inherently enjoyable. Also like Eastwood, he will sometimes make you wish he’d pick roles that are a little more challenging. His recent record of relatively disposable films speaks for itself: tough-yet-sensitive cop…
With Harvard Man, writer-director James Toback returns to his roots…in more ways than one. Not only does he admittedly draw on his own collegiate experiences with acid, but he also reuses plot elements from his first produced script, The Gambler, the 1974 James Caan vehicle directed by Karel Reisz. (Similar…
When a show begins with a funeral, watch out. A Class Act, a musical bio about troubled Broadway composer-lyricist Ed Kleban (now playing at Theatre Three), starts and ends at a fictional memorial service for Kleban at the Shubert Theatre in 1987 (his real memorial that year took place in…
One day long ago–or not, because no one except he and a rare few know the precise date–an actor dove into the ocean to save a drowning boy. He did not want to do it, but he had no choice. They gave him none, those who gathered around and expected…
The lyin’, cheatin’, rat-bastard financial wizards of Wall Street might not think much of our latest investment theory. But, hey, what have they done for you lately? Here it is; short, simple, free-for-nothing, without the slightest hope of a commission: Buy art. Buy original. Buy local. During the next two…
Those who honored in May what they’d heard was Mexico’s independence day can do it again this week. They’ll be a lot closer to having the date right this time. Although Cinco de Mayo is sometimes mistakenly referred to as Mexican Independence Day in the United States, September 16 is…
When Robin Williams was America’s favorite funnyman in films like Mrs. Doubtfire, it always felt a little strange admitting that the guy seemed kinda creepy. When he “got serious” in irritating tearjerkers such as Hook and What Dreams May Come, it was certainly in vogue to proclaim him annoying, but…
If you’re looking for a horror film to revitalize the genre, keep looking. If you’re looking for a horror movie with believable characters…yes, you’re gonna have to keep looking. But if sudden loud noises, relentless strobe lights, digital hallucinations and mutilated corpses make you jump, and you believe that nothing…
To misappropriate a choice comment from TV-journalist-turned-music-biz-impresario Tony Wilson, I’ll just say “Ian Curtis.” If you know what I mean, great; if you don’t, it doesn’t matter, but you should probably read more. That is, one need not be a fan of the late Ian Curtis, the epileptic new-wave seer…
Jesse Peretz, founding member of the Lemonheads, has made the transition from musician to filmmaker over the past decade or so by way of music videos, commercials and MTV interstitials. His debut feature, an adaptation of Ian McEwan’s First Love, Last Rites, won an award at the Rotterdam Film Festival…
Hip-hooray and bushels of ballyhoo for the wide-open exuberance of 42nd Street, a musical so slap-happy with tapping and dripping with schmaltz, you could get giddy from it. The spectacular touring production now at the Music Hall at Fair Park is naughty, gaudy, bawdy and brimming with talent. The chorines…
Every so often, I get a semicoherent piece of hate mail that makes an interesting point: What I do is worthless. I’m not, mind you, referring to the usual bleating of aggrieved partisans, the rabid billets from fans or gallery owners or artists’ relatives. For those objectors, I have one…
The shop situated in Exposition Park feels like what Tom Waits’ voice sounds like. It’s edgy; it’s at times macabre, and it’s got a great sense of humorous realism. And like the voice that became increasingly iconic over the years, Forbidden Media has evolved into its own landmark destination. Fairly…
More than the bunions, calf muscles and hip joints of Dallas dancers are hurting this year. The tough economy is particularly rough on “the arts,” which are increasingly dependent on corporate sponsors when individual supporters get a look at what happened last quarter to their 401(k)s. We almost lost the…
Citizen-soldiers eager to renew hostilities in the American culture wars can shoot a couple of spitballs at each other this week over Little Secrets, a teen-anxiety movie that leaves no doubt where it stands on family values and moral absolutes: It approves. The shock troops of the Cinema Without Limits…
At a recent performance by the new ChelseaPark Productions troupe at the Trinity River Arts Center, the lights came up for intermission between two one-acts and half a dozen patrons headed for their cars. That effectively diminished the audience by a third. It’s a tough time to get a new…
When last we saw Piet Mondrian, he was a completely cosmopolitan man. To be sure, we all know the backstory: how Mondrian, the hero of De Stijl, champion of the abstract grid, started out as one more Dutch landscape painter. And plenty of books and courses and even minor exhibitions…
Things you will learn from a forthcoming oral history of Saturday Night Live: Dan Aykroyd slept with, among others, Gilda Radner, Laraine Newman and writer Rosie Shuster, the latter of whom was, at the time, married to the show’s producer and creator, Lorne Michaels. To this day, Chevy Chase regrets…
Annie Leibovitz has spent her photographic life capturing celebrities on film, including actors, musicians and models. Women, an exhibit of her work that has been touring for almost three years, may be a departure from her usual magazine work. “May be” because, at times, it’s hard to separate the personal…
I may safely claim to be the least qualified person to attend The Blazin’ Hot Poker Run for Big Brothers Big Sisters of North Texas. I rode on the back of a motorcycle once, and I held on so tight that I bruised the ribs of the driver. I drove…
