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My name is Dayna, and I am a cookbook addict. Of course, lugging several hundred of them to my new home recently left me wishing I had chosen to obsess over something lighter, like toucan feathers or cotton balls shaped like Glenn Danzig. But anything that makes it easier to
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Summer is over, which means it's time to pack away your beer-can helmet and dust off the ol' thinking cap. You know the drill: Hollywood sits on its primo stuff until the leaves turn, hoping to circumvent the apparently short attention spans of the Oscar voters. But this year, in
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Someone leveled the descriptor "film geek" at me recently, and after offering up a truly lame defense my initial squawks of protest gave way to hushed snarls of acceptance. What separates a film geek from a casual moviegoer is a deeper knowledge of the relatively useless factoids surrounding a production,
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Now that you're big, it's probably come to your attention that meals don't magically manifest at the appointed hours of 7 a.m., noon, and 6 p.m. As a matter of fact, you're supposed to forage for your own food, and if you're not eating it right where you found
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April 14, 1865. That's the night Abraham Lincoln had the rude nerve to be gunned down during Laura Keene's much-anticipated staging of "Our American Cousin" at Ford's Theatre. So rather than triumphantly basking in the accolades of the nation's capital, Keene instead got her hoop skirt saturated with the President's
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A few weeks ago I reviewed Black Sheep Theatre Coalition's "Rashomon," a play that explores the themes of memory and perception, specifically touching upon the mortal fallibility that causes people to remember the exact same events just a bit differently. Now meet what I will lazily describe as the Gaelic
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Over the last 50 years it's come to be known as the Rashomon effect - those inexplicable blips in perception that can occur when several people recall the same event, each believing his or her version to be the absolute truth. And though the term derives from Akira Kurosawa's 1950
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When I was a kid I thought adultery sounded like something both grown-up and classy, and though I didn't know its actual definition, I totally looked forward to participating in this undoubtedly swank activity once I got big. Well, turns out thou art not supposed to commit-eth adultery, though that
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Vague conversations with vague relations. The orgy of coats on the spare bed. Overloaded electrical sockets, crystal pickle dishes, unforgivable candy. December offers enough predictability as it is; do you really want to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" or "Miracle On 34th Street" again? Even "A Christmas Story" and "National
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You'd be tempted to just close your eyes and let the atmospheric instrumentals whirl around you, but keep at least one of ‘em open to see how El Ten Eleven pulls it off. Armed with a doubleneck guitar/bass and a command center of effects pedals, Kristian Dunn and percussionist Tim
Visiting artist Crispin Hellion Glover presents What Is It? and Crispin Hellion Glover's Big Slide Show, followed by a post-screening Q&A and book signing, Friday, March 2, and Saturday, March 3, at the George Eastman House's Dryden Theatre, 7 p.m. Tickets are $20. Visit www.eastmanhouse.org or www.crispinglover.com for more info.He's
If familiarity does breed contempt, then you and your significant other are likely the not-so-proud parents of a thousand tiny resentments. Yet reality always waxes as infatuation wanes, and what once seemed like an adorable quirk can turn into the vilest shortcoming ever. Most romantic comedies are too sweet on
Director Zack Snyder's screen adaptation of graphic novelist Frank Miller's 300 breathes vivid, gory, campy life into the 480 B.C. Battle of Thermopylae, in which 300 Spartans, under the command of King Leonidas, fended off Xerxes' vast Persian army for three days. Upon exiting the theater, however, the clash continued
For most of us, Mom and Dad were once giants (literally), as infallible as they were wise. But viewing them from an adult perspective can expose some unsettling realities, some of which were probably best left buried. Filmmaker Doug Block set out to learn the truth about his parents, and
Grrrrr. Grrrrr. Grrrrr. Grr - oh, hey. No, I'm not mad at you. I was just brooding over irksome French filmmaker Luc Besson. He first gained stateside notice with the 1990 bullet ballet "La Femme Nikita," and since then Besson has orchestrated riveting trainwrecks like "The Professional," "The Fifth Element,"
A biographical portrait of a pre-fame Jane Austen and her romance with a young Irishman.
When two brothers organize the robbery of their parents' jewelery store the job goes horribly wrong, triggering a series of events that sends them, their father and one brother's wife hurtling towards a shattering climax.
Leave it to filmmaker Paul Verhoeven to go and sex up the Holocaust flick. The latest from the man who forgot to budget for underthings on 1992's "Basic Instinct" and personally accepted his Worst Director Razzie for 1995's camp classic "Showgirls" is the slick "Black Book," an alternately silly and
Cinematically speaking, it's true that the cuddlier an animal is, the funnier it would look chomping on your genitals. Well, maybe not your personal privates, because that would hurt, and one's own agony is rarely funny (conversely: pain + somebody else's junk = totally funny). The point I'm trying to
The heroin addiction film must be absolutely mouthwatering to those who make movies; it's a topic teeming with the downward spirals and the phoenix-like redemptions that can fuel compelling drama. But for those who watch movies, two deadly problems plague this overdone genre: depictions of self-medication gone awry are no
