thursday may 1 Shoppers’ Guide to the Center of the Universe: The 18-year-old Dallas-based modern dance troupe Dancers Unlimited mounts an ambitious new production that springs from the mind-meld of artistic director Lori Darley, composer Frank Lacey, and writer Tom Blackwood. Still, don’t confuse “ambitious” with “self-important”; while the contemporary…
What two words at a cocktail party are guaranteed to make your eyes glaze over and your brain start throbbing like you were just shot up with three quarts of Lithium? “School board.” Listen to me: I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT! OK? I’m sure it’s important and everything, but…
What, the cynical historian might ask, can a play written in 413 B.C. say about the 1997 us? Whatever it tells us–and if you pay close attention to the text, placarded with disciplined but unaffected readings in the Gryphon Players’ new mounting of Euripides’ Electra, you’ll find much that’s familiar–you…
New-to-movies subjects are hard to come by, but Traveller has one: the inbred world of Irish grifters living in the backwoods of the American rural South. Clannish con artists descended from the Irish Tinkers, they fan out across the countryside pulling bogus home-repair jobs on unsuspecting, mostly elderly folk, and…
Volcano is set in Los Angeles, and audiences get high watching the city crash and burn. For L.A. haters, Volcano could prove a peak experience. You don’t even have to hate L.A. to enjoy it–love/hate will do. That’s why the film closes with Randy Newman’s “I Love L.A.,” a facetious…
thursday april 24 Edward James Olmos: His well-publicized personal troubles with a certain angry ex-wife and a rogue gun aside, Edward James Olmos claims that his life would be just hunky-dory if he chose not to speak out against gang activity in nationwide tours. As it happens, Olmos insists that…
Remember this joke? Question: Want to know how you can lose 10 pounds of ugly fat? Answer: Cut off your head. Well, according to the press kit for 8 Heads in a Duffel Bag, the average human head–dead and drained of blood–weighs 4.4 pounds. I can’t imagine the heads of…
Everybody’s been hacked off all week because Chubb Fricke showed up at the family reunion with his new mail-order wife from the Philippines. Actually, I’m not supposed to call her a mail-order wife ’cause it makes Chubb mad. He spent $1,200 on a plane ticket to go over there and…
It’s refreshing that a film festival, at which independent movies are celebrated for their individuality at the same time distributors are courted for their establishment relationships, offers Jean-Luc Godard’s cynical Contempt, a dead-on dissection of the corrupting influence of “The Deal.” In the late ’50s and early ’60s, Godard was…
One of the biggest discussion topics among cinephiles these days–courtesy the recent Oscar season–is whether Hollywood is petering out because it can’t produce the kind of probing, intelligent films the independents are cranking out these days. The tragedy is, supposedly, that special-effects extravaganzas are all the studios know how to…
Like other Gotham-based directors (Woody Allen, Martin Scorsese, Sidney Lumet), Paul Mazursky is a New Yorker who often makes movies (often about other New Yorkers), but that’s pretty much where their similarities end. You can look at practically any scene–sometimes any frame–from an Allen, Scorsese, or Lumet picture and instantly…
thursday april 17 A Tribute to Margo Jones: Arts & Letters Live continues its 1996-’97 season with a two-part tribute to a Dallas woman whose impact on national theater is profound. It would be enough to say Margo Jones nurtured the early careers of Tennessee Williams and William Inge, but…
If there’s one rule to staging Sam Shepard’s wildly eccentric plays, it’s that the cast must have a sense of humor. The poetry in Shepard’s enormous canon (45 plays, among which are 11 Obie winners) has hoodwinked more than a few actors and directors into taking Shepard, as crazy as…
You won’t find a better paradigm for the polarities of opinion about British director Peter Greenaway than in Love and Hisses, a collection of picks and pans written by members of the National Society of Film Critics. Reviews of the filmmaker’s 1990 scatological comedy The Cook, The Thief, His Wife,…
When the original theatrical version of Das Boot was released 15 years ago, it ran just under two and a half hours and didn’t feature a single marquee name in its all-male cast. And it was in German. With subtitles. Did I mention that almost all of it took place…
The USA Film Festival follows Robert Redford’s Sundance Festival in Park Cities, Utah, by about three months. If you were to rank the importance of the USA Festival against Sundance among industry types and star-gazers, that distance would seem more like three million light years. And yet, as evidenced at…
I had eight hours to kill one day, so I went to see The English Patient, just to find out what all the big hoo-haw is. Next time I’ll go to the Ukrainian karaoke bar. It’s less annoying. No wonder this thing won so many Oscars. It’s four movies all…
Scarcely have I felt two conflicting emotions so intensely as during All’s Well That Ends Well, the finale of Dallas Theater Center’s 1996-’97 season. I was soothed and startled, delighted and disturbed by the tension between this crisp, stately staging by Richard Hamburger and the acidic sentiments of Shakespeare’s 1602…
Kevin Smith is an impassioned jokester. The young writer-director double-whammies the audience by filling in his stick figures with thick brush strokes. His first film, Clerks, was a no-budget goof featuring an entire miniature universe of slacker goons, but its main protagonist was a sweetly jerky lovelorn convenience store employee…
Don’t let the glut of movies about hit men stop you from seeing Grosse Pointe Blank. It’s not quite like any other movie–let alone one about a hit man. That may be because it’s a hit-man movie crossed with a high-school-reunion comedy, and the two genres mesh surprisingly well: It’s…
thursday april 10 Homerun: Whether she’s channeling Chippy the West Texas hooker or negotiating with an armed bandit who breaks into her gynecologist’s office while she’s in mid-exam, Jo Harvey Allen is what we like to think of as the consummate Texan–individual, unflappable, and able to converse with animal, vegetable,…
We started worrying about Vida Stegall the week she said: “See y’all later! I’m going on vacation!” And when we asked her WHERE she was going on vacation, she said “Brunei.” And we asked her where that was, and it turns out it’s somewhere over in the Middle East, and…
