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(10/22/09 12:51am)
It’s a crisp mid-September Tuesday night and several dozen bikers are dawdling in front of the art museum steps. As many as 60 people will trickle to the steps before 11:55 p.m., at which point an undesignated leader will signal that it’s time to cruise. And off the informal troops will go, peddling through the thick knot of Philadelphia that separates them from their destination — cheap, salty and condiment-dipped pretzels. This is the pretzel ride, and just like every Tuesday at midnight, it’s about to take off.
(02/05/09 7:28am)
Denise Murter, an aging, blond bombshell, wouldn’t say her name on television because she feared “creeps” would contact her. Yet she happily talks to me as men with ponytails, creative facial hair and abduction stories involving sperm-hungry aliens wait to get her autograph.
(04/17/08 4:00am)
Captain Disillusion stares at the camera and utters, "Love with your heart, use your head for everything else." This post-enlightenment superhero, whose face is partially coated in metallic silver paint, is at once seriously goofy and playfully skeptical. If viewers can disregard the aesthetics of his costume - and judging by hit-counts, not many have - they will walk away from each of his short videos with greater awareness of the special effects that permeate YouTube culture. Captain Disillusion calls people's attention to the lack of authenticity in the construction of popular videos like those of penguins bitch-slapping each other, lens flares that appear to be ghosts and people catching glasses on the bridges of their noses. These occurrences never happened, and the Captain wants you to know it.
(03/20/08 4:00am)
The tides of globalization swept across Africa long before Kofi Annan joined the UN or Akon "smacked that". Wed to Asian, European and American influences, many of the continent's cultural practices are syncretic responses to outside technologies, politics and aesthetics. Accordingly, Nigerian video films, which are usually too long to be feature movies and too short to be televised series, are the result of such a creolization.
(02/14/08 5:00am)
At the risk of losing respect and friendship, I would like to turn your attention to a movie that I thoroughly enjoyed watching: Spice World, or as some call it, "that stupid Spice Girls marketing device."
(02/07/08 5:00am)
Sometimes we wonder what our high school friends have been doing with their lives. Recently, I checked up on two pals of mine, Brian McElhaney and Nick Kocher, who were notorious comedians within our Atlantan community. What I found was their Web site, BriTANicK.com, and I suggest you find it, too.
(01/31/08 5:00am)
I'm all about vagina empowerment. In my vocabulary, the word "feminist" is neither dirty nor derogatory. Women and their bodies, I'll maintain, are lovely and to be respected. Yet, after I watched Teeth, written and directed by Mitchell Lichtenstein (son of painter, Roy), I found myself consulting a dictionary for a word to describe my new feelings. I discovered it: gynephobia.
(01/24/08 5:00am)
We all get competitive. Whether it's GPAs, sports or the Academy Awards, there's always a fight to be won. And no movie character embodies this toil better than Daniel Plainview. A miner-turned-oil baron in early 20th century California, Plainview competes his way through P.T. Anderson's There Will Be Blood. With some dynamite and a shovel, the prospector (played by Daniel Day-Lewis) digs his way through the earth, people and religious ideals that surround him and ultimately into movie history as an unforgettable character.
(10/25/07 4:00am)
To be honest, I had low expectations while sliding the Netflix DVD of Behind the Mask into my computer. From what I knew, this low-budget horror-thriller was the first feature made by Penn alum Glosserman (C'99), and though it received mostly favorable reviews at various film festivals, I wasn't convinced. But from the opening frames of this meticulously produced film, I wondered if I had judged too quickly. What I ended up watching twice, and with great pleasure, was not a conventional gore-fest, but a hilarious mockumentary of the oft-abused genre. In short, I was bloody wrong.
(10/25/07 4:00am)
In the mood for mutilation this Halloween?
(10/18/07 4:00am)
Wes Anderson is a director of details. Of course, he's more than that; his past films like Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, and The Life Aquatic are works that celebrate the quirkiness of dysfunction. But at heart, Anderson cares as much about his characters' emotional baggage as he does about their prop suitcases. The director/writer's latest release, The Darjeeling Limited, is no exception.
(09/20/07 4:00am)
If you choose to slip into the film's phantasmagoric and stunningly beautiful aesthetic, Across the Universe will transport you to a trippy 1960s dreamscape. Marinated in 33 songs by the Beatles, the film serves as both a musical vehicle and visual collaborator. The soundtrack, infused with its own historical sentimentality - think counter-culture, Vietnam, and LSD - guides the movie's plot, characters and cinematography in a visual poetry that is distinctly its own.
(09/20/07 4:00am)
Julie Taymor, director of Across the Universe, strives to transcend. With roots in theater, opera, puppetry and television, her productions - like the hugely popular Broadway production of The Lion King - reflect a layered and dynamic artist. She recently spoke with Street about her film, influences and why the '60s are still relevant to today's youth.
(09/13/07 4:00am)
If the man sitting next to me in the movie theater wrote this review, Mr. Woodcock would be getting a crotch-thrusting four stars. With more chortles, snorts and "Oh Lord's" than I cared to count, my neighbor visibly enjoyed this Billy Bob Thornton, Susan Sarandon and Seann William Scott flick. The problem with taking his opinion seriously is that he probably has little in common with the average Street reader. Like age, for example. For a film whose title evokes images of avian phalluses, there were a lot of senior citizens in attendance. And for some reason, the potty-humor appealed to their decalcifying funny bones.
(09/13/07 4:00am)
If the man sitting next to me in the movie theater wrote this review, Mr. Woodcock would be getting a crotch-thrusting four stars. With more chortles, snorts and "Oh Lord's" than I cared to count, my neighbor visibly enjoyed this Billy Bob Thornton, Susan Sarandon and Seann William Scott flick. The problem with taking his opinion seriously is that he probably has little in common with the average Street reader. Like age, for example. For a film whose title evokes images of avian phalluses, there were a lot of senior citizens in attendance. And for some reason, the potty-humor appealed to their decalcifying funny bones.