I used to write song lyrics in the love letters I would write to my girlfriend senior year of high school.
The lyrics were never anything really important, they were from something like Blink 182's "Going Away To College," but I thought I was poet laureate of Northeast Philadelphia.
I miss doing that.
It seems the French have a little longing for America in them after all. It's true--we may have taken their fries, their toast, even their kisses, but after one viewing of Jet Lag, there's no denying that they want to steal something from us: a quality Hollywood-esque romantic comedy.
During a short hiatus from the Dave Matthews Band, famed violinist Boyd Tinsley has put together an evocative new solo album, True Reflections. Surprisingly, Tinsley's skills as a violinist take second place to his raw, emotive vocals, as he demonstrates a new side of his musicality to audiences.
Emma (Kate Hudson) is a chic twenty-something trying to make her way as a stenographer in Boston. Alex (Luke Wilson) is a brilliant author whose computer is destroyed by the pair of Cuban criminals coming to collect the $100,000 he owes them.
If you've ever been to a packed, standing-room-only concert, you've felt the nauseating swell of excitement and terror one can encounter while being pressed up against the body in front of you as the entire crowd sways from one direction to the next, independent of your own control.
Any mention of The Eels conjures up thoughts of quirky, playful, and oftentimes beautiful music. With songs appearing in the movies Shrek and Anniversary Party and their hit single "Novocaine for the Soul," The Eels show their pop influences but with a dark twist.
Their latest release, Shootenanny!, is a venture into heavy blues territory, done according to the old Eels formula.
Director Scott Roberts' first movie, The Hard Word, is the movie Guy Ritchie should have made last summer when he was otherwise busy destroying his career with the Madonna bomb Swept Away. Originally filmed under the title Blood and Guts, this hyperactive Aussie crime-flick bombards the audience with a jumble of new and re-used ideas that somehow add up to a very enjoyable film.
We've been getting movies from World Wrestling Entertainment for about a year now. Apparently, Vince McMahon -- yes, we're going to assume that the WWE owner himself ships out the videotapes -- thinks that Penn students are a prime market for shoulderblocks, bodyslams and pinfalls.
We didn't agree, until now.