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Arts & Entertainment

First Degree Burns

At the opening night of the Philadelphia Film Festival, James Foley, director of the headliner Confidence, talked to the audience for a few minutes.

by JOHN CARROLL

30 Second Take

Edwin McCain has not stagnated since his fifteen minutes of pop fame, rolling out twelve reflective songs with a country twang.

by TAMMY MEISTE

Here, Kitty Kitty!

Just as Phantom Planet might forever be known as "that band with the guy from Rushmore in it," Boomkat could see the same fate.

by KEVIN LO

8 Mile Fling

This year's Fling is going to be a battle. Just like those battles in which Eminem competes in 8-Mile. It's going to be power pop meets hip hop, the Ghetto v.

by LAURA FORTES

Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown?

Chan, you disappoint. Excited by the prospect of witnessing the spectacle that is the usual Cat Power show/emotional breakdown, in the end all we were treated to was the standard live version of your CD concert.

by BETH FALKOF

Flip 'Em the Bird

One movie critic said it best when he wrote the following about Winged Migration: "Possibly the most astonishing documentary about bird migration ever made." I am certainly in agreement.

by EDDIE BYUN

Disc Ressurection

I have a confession to make. I have a horrible secret, one that may ruin any bits of a social life I have here at Penn, one that I did my best to keep secret, a part of my life I thought closed when I left all those who knew me as a child.

by ALEX KOPPELMAN

Love Hurts

The Kills are another boy-girl indie band that conjures up memories of the White Stripes, but where their contemporaries failed, The Kills succeed.

by MINOCHER DADACHANJI

Finger Lickin' Bad

Truly excruciating from beginning to end, Crooked Fingers's third full-length album falls embarrassingly short of endurable.

by JAMES SCHNEIDER

You Minus Me ≠ Us

The ambiguities that pervade our fair language consistently astound me. My most recent rendezvous with wooly English occurred during a stroll through the music department of the Bookstore.

by ERIC ZIELER

The Fast and The Envious

What ever happened to the days when a DJ actually moved crowds with his or her dexterity at the scratching and mixing of records?

by JABARI EVANS

In the Sky With Diamonds

Get ready to embark on an introspective exploration of the musical roots from which Ben Harper has developed in his fifth studio album, Diamonds on the Inside. Backed by his band, the Innocent Criminals, Harper courageously experiments with a wide range of sounds, including reggae, Delta Blues, funk, gospel, hard rock and world music.

by BRITTANY FIORE-SILFVAST

Just Shoot Me

Assassination Tango should be good.ÿ Under the deft hand of Robert Duvall -- who directs, produces and stars in the film -- this labor of love should be a masterpiece.ÿThe film, however, falls short of these expectations.ÿThe ingredients are there, but they end up producing a lot of nothing -- unless you enjoy staring at one pointless scene after another for two hours, that is.

by JESSICA MORTON

1-800-Farrell

I was in shock when I first heard the news of a thriller set entirely around a Times Square phone booth, potentially starring Jim Carrey.

by EUGENE NOVIKOV

Beckhamania

The British Empire may not have had the cleanest record when one considers its history of racial oppression and mistreatment of its colonial subjects, but films like Gurinder Chadha's Bend it Like Beckham suggest that there might just be a bright, new, heterogeneous future in store for the original Isle of WASP that comes with its own set of cultural obstacles.

by NICHOLAS SANDERS

Quick Flicks

One day, four young boys walk through the forest and see three older boys bullying a small kid from "the retard academy." The four boys decide to help this unfortunate lad, warmly referred to as "Dudditz" (due to his own mispronunciation of Douglas). Little did they know that Dudditz was more special than the euphemism suggests.

by 34TH STREET

No Silver Lining

Somebody needs to get Vic Chesnutt some Prozac. An accident while driving drunk as a teenager left him a paraplegic, and the pain and agony of his life infects every track on Silver Lake. The music and lyrics are downbeat, and if his voice were not so annoying, the CD could easily put anyone to sleep.

by TAMMY MEISTER

We Cannes Do It

The 12th Annual Philadelphia Film Festival, presented by TLA Entertainment and the Philadelphia Film Society, will take place on April 3 - 16.

by JAMES BEAVER

Less than Basic

Any film fan can conjure up the image of Vincent and Jules standing naked while The Wolf hosed the blood off their asses.

by STEPHANIE GONZALEZ-TURNER

Relationship Advice

After watching David Gordon Green's second feature film, All the Real Girls, I was bewildered.

by JOHN CARROLL

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