Feb 7-13, 2001

Feb 7-13, 2001 / Vol. 21 / No. 17

Valentine

Yet another horror flick attempting to use the Scream formula: Pretty young starlets and dimpled young hunks stalked by a masked psycho killer with a damaged-little-boy past. Though Valentine lacks the wit of the Scream films, it occasionally shocks, when it doesn’t telegraph its gory punches.

The Wedding Planner

In this safe, innocuous entertainment, photogenic duo Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey are tossed together in unlikely circumstances and romance is supposed to flower — but the bride and groom are as lifeless as their counterparts perched atop a multitiered cake.

In the name of the son, y’all

Bill Clinton was no liberal, but his successor is not only a conservative, he’s a right-wing extremist — ultraconservative cabinet appointees, an inaugural prayer service and now, an anti-Constitutional blending of church and state.

Apocalypse pow!

Welcome to the rip-roaring, blood-douched, relentlessly rigorous military boot camp of the Echo Boomer generation. Rather than clutter your impressionable videogame optics with the realities of Full Metal Jacket, the inexpensive “Hogs of War” represents the more rapid, more brutal of our two, bulk-carnage highs. Yet, instead of frail humans, chubby swine headline the game’s…

Corny porn

“The first disaster I heard was on radio,” country crooner Terry Allen once said of a tornado that ripped through his Texas Panhandle community when he was a boy. He wasn’t speaking metaphorically — “They were pleading for blankets and canned goods” over the airwaves — although he easily could’ve been describing the torch ’n’…

The best and the slightest

As regularly recurring as winter’s chill and generally as predictable as the delivery of tax forms, Houghton Mifflin rolls out its Best American series at the end of each year. Designed for Americans with vacuum-packed schedules and patchy attention spans, the allegedly boiled-down-to-an-essence collections do, despite their very reductionism, serve an ostensible purpose: getting capital-L…

Delta 88

The perfect sonic companion for lonely nights, tears and beer, Delta 88 softly welcomes you in, dries your eyes and offers a swift kick in the ass to send you on your way back out into the bad, bad world. After only just a few years together, these guys already have the tragic rusty weariness of…

The true roots of jazz

Keith A. Owens talks about Ken Burns’ “Jazz” series, which establishes the fact that jazz music was created by African-Americans. (And it never would have been born if it weren’t for American racism.)

Bach-bop

Late in his life, the Italian novelist Italo Calvino described the essence of his craft as “the subtraction of weight.” “I have tried to remove weight, sometimes from people, sometimes from heavenly bodies, sometimes from cities; above all, I have tried to remove weight from the structures of stories and from language.” There’s something similar…

Sermon or mammon?

Master Nuyorican producer Little Louis Vega and Subliminal Records label head Erick Morillo have decided to hock their DJ skills on the double CD House Nation: America, only the second domestic release from Ministry of Sound, Britain’s marquee superclub and lifestyle dance label. As half the house duo Masters At Work (with Kenny Gonzalez), Vega…

Back from the outback

Chef Keith Famie, our celebrity of the pots and pans, is in Australia for “Survivor II,” where he’ll prove his mettle in the outback. Hopefully he’ll return home and share his Aussie food adventures with us.

Apocalypse pow!

Welcome to the rip-roaring, blood-douched, relentlessly rigorous military boot camp of the Echo Boomer generation. Rather than clutter your impressionable videogame optics with the realities of Full Metal Jacket, the inexpensive “Hogs of War” represents the more rapid, more brutal of our two, bulk-carnage highs. Yet, instead of frail humans, chubby swine headline the game’s…

Free Will Astrology

ARIES (March 21-April 19): I like to fantasize about my ideal world. I dream of people being rewarded financially in direct proportion to how much beauty they create. I envision convenience stores that sell sacred books, dream of wise elders who sit around dispensing jocular oracles. I think of what it would be like to…

Mistakes were made

I put on the CD and relaxed only to sit up panicked within seconds. Matthew Herbert (aka Wishmountain, Herbert, Radio Boy, Doctor Rockit) had just dropped a record by Lost Weight, which sampled the sound of my alarm clock. I got over the initial shock and since then, Herbert has taught me to stop worrying…

Sending signals

• Can I use your column to make a suggestion to a problem I’m sure many couples experience? My husband has complained for years about not being sure what I want when we are intimate. I, on the other hand, hate spelling it out in detail. I have a strong libido, but there are times…

Sharp punch lines

In the grand scheme of things, Mouse on Mars is probably one of the most important musical outfits to which you should turn your cerebral attention. Amid all the clutter and confusion of our world of sound, the duo has somehow, some way managed to consistently create accurate sound tracks that marry the exterior, electronic…

Something fishy

Most people don’t relish eating scraps off the floor, devouring grade-F meat unfit for normal consumption, licking the wrappers of eaten candy bars. So why should we listen to a band’s musical leftovers, dumbly allowing ourselves to be tantalized by what was left on the cutting room floor? Phish’s album Trampled by Lambs, Pecked by…

Corny porn

“The first disaster I heard was on radio,” country crooner Terry Allen once said of a tornado that ripped through his Texas Panhandle community when he was a boy. He wasn’t speaking metaphorically — “They were pleading for blankets and canned goods” over the airwaves — although he easily could’ve been describing the torch ’n’…

Hallucinations in exile

Director-painter Julian Schnabel (Basquiat) reincarnates the memoirs of Cuban author-exile Reinaldo Arenas into cinematic light with significant moments of bold color, his persecution as a poet and a homosexual, and his early death from AIDS — with Javier Bardem and Johnny Depp.

Dark Days

Hell is underground — and so is home, a world where even the days are dark. Marc Singer’s camera hustles along with the homeless who live underground in New York City, documenting their lives as DJ Shadow’s hip hop drives a sound track of their feelings of loss, regret and guilt.

George Washington

Director David Gordon Green’s debut feature, a portrayal of the dreamlife of young people adrift, is an extraordinarily beautiful, poignant and original film. Using nonprofessional actors, it focuses on a small group of mostly black children in a rural community full of rusting metal and weedy lots.

Letters to the Editor

Another view Many people rely on your music reviews to catch new acts. After seeing Delta 88 at 313.jac, I was disappointed with Carey Wallace’s review of the band ("Watch that swinging door," MT, Jan. 17-23). Here is my review of the performance I saw: “Delta 88 started slow and stayed slow. Danny Kline fancies…

Hey, how’s it going?

Major goings-on in the local music world (and all-star lineups which have fans drooling) — the Motor City Music Foundation, Detroit Music Awards, the Hamtramck Blowout and Mid by Midwest … our music writer attempts to sort it all out for you.


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