Everything is Terrible!: The Movie at Antarctica (Friday) A
group of students at Ohio University compiled the worst video footage
they could find, found footage "ranging from the hilariously arcane to
the blissfully obscure," so says promotional bulletins about the film. Unreal interviewed Commander Gilgamesh, one of the group's founding members, to find out more about this movie.
Those interested in seeing hilariously bad, the worst of the worst, can
do so on Friday night. It costs $8 for the public, $6 for students, and
begins at 9 p.m. at Antarctica, a new venue/space on the South Side
(5226 Gravois.)
So Many Dynamos at Off Broadway (Friday) We locals can be forgiven for feeling mighty proud of So Many Dynamos
right about now. After all, we've seen the post-everything quartet grow
from a spazzy-behind-the-ears band into a formidable live act that's
opened for Ra Ra Riot and Death Cab for Cutie. The Dynamos, with new guitarist Nathan Bernaix, play Friday night at Off Broadway. The show starts at 8 p.m. and admission is just $8. Annie Zaleski has more details about the show here.
Editor's note published 10/21/09:New Line Theatre has canceled the remaining performances of Love Kills owing to "personal loss in the company."
Photo: Jill Ritter
Broken, bloody and a murderer -- what's not to love?
Kyle Jarrow's Love Kills is a different sort of musical. Set in a 1958 Nebraska jail, the plot matches two sets of lovers -- middle-age Gertrude and Merle, teen-age Charlie and Caril -- and their attempt to understand what the other couple has done with their lives.
Charlie and Caril have been apprehended at the end of their state-wide killing spree, and Merle, the town sheriff, uses his wife as a pawn to wring a confession from Caril while he beats a confession out of Charlie. Add in that the music of this musical is guitar/bass/drum modern rock instead of period stuff, and you have what Jarrow calls "the new emo rock musical."
That's slightly misleading, as emo music is whiny and grating, and Jarrow's music is definitely of the downtown New York scene, with riffs that sound by turns like modern-era Sonic Youth and classic Patti Smith. Whatever you choose to call it, Love Kills is a gripping and fascinating evening in the hands of director Scott Miller and New Line Theatre.
Every single Blues highlight clip on YouTube, whether for individual players or the team as a whole, is set to the worst music in the world. I have never heard so much 311 in my life, and I lived through the summer of "Down." The above video is no exception, so turn your speakers off. Or leave 'em on and pop your collar with authority.
But don't let that dissuade you from rooting for this team -- they're gonna be a thrill ride this year.
And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be your son.' But the father said to his servants, 'Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet; and bring the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and make merry; for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.' And they began to make merry.
In 1881, William Muldoon wrestled Clarence Whistler in a bout that lasted seven hours and ended in a draw because neither man could produce a fall. Muldoon and Whistler fought twice more, with the third meeting in 1883 being a four-hour match that only ended when Muldoon broke Whistler's collarbone by slamming him to the mat. Whistler wanted to continue grappling, but his doctor and the police denied him.
Muldoon went on to star with Maurice Barrymore in a stage production of As You Like It, and then did a turn on Broadway, playing the Fighting Gaul in Spartacus. Wrestlers, you see, have always been in the entertainment business, one way or another.
Coyotes are nocturnal predators, but can occassionally be seen during daylight hours. Coyotes are less likely to form packs than wolves, so they usually hunt peform individually, in pairs or small family groups.
Coyotes are resourceful. They are capable of digging their own burrows, spelling out words with oversize alphabet blocks or performing long-form comedy improv if given a viable/interesting suggestion from the audience.
The Moulin Rouge. A night club, a dance hall and a bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of these was the one I loved. Satine. A courtesan.
There are two facts that will aid your appreciation of The Drowsy Chaperone.
Fact the first: Man in Chair isn't imagining the whole thing. When you love a work of art so much that it's become an integral part of who you are, revisiting said work of art results in complete immersion in it, and the outside world fades away.
Fact the second: Drowsy doesn't mean "sleepy," it's an old slang term for "drunk."
So, instead of getting drowsy while listening to Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing for the billionth time tonight, go see this.
Is Tuesday too early to start planning for the weekend? If the music of Loverboy has taught us anything, it's that everything we do -- all of our work, one might say -- is undertaken with the understanding that it is being done for the sake of the weekend.
So, yeah, it's Tuesday -- but tonight, think "weekend."
Writer/director Chris Grega did the crime/comedy route with Amphetamine, his feature film about four hitmen out to burn their boss. He followed that up with Rhineland, a full-on WWII flick that explored the horror of war.
So of course, the only topic darker than crime or war is the subject of his new feature: reality TV. What nightmares does Grega uncover in his mockumentary about a group of St. Louisans competing to be on Game of the Year? Find out tonight.
Ain't no apartment big enough for both a dead crow and bad love.
I ride the stallion thru the dust storm, my guardian rides along side me. I have been warned beforehand that this is a life or death ride. no grays. no subtle shades. no middle ground.
You know, any movie that has Liza Minnelli blithely talking about "bumsening away the afternoon" andBasil Exposition Michael York swinging both ways is all right by me.
"The Song Remains the Same is not a great film, but there's no point in making excuses. It's just a reasonably honest statement of where we were at that particular time. It's very difficult for me to watch it now, but I'd like to see it in a year's time just to see how it stands up."
His body is long and pretty thick, and as broad at the tail, almost, as at the middle; his color is a very fine brown, ribbed with yellow and much yellower on the belly than on the back: he has two or three little whisks also at the tag of his tail, and two little horns upon his head: his wings, when full grown, are double, and flat down upon his back, of the same colour, but rather darker than his body and longer than it. On a calm day you shall see the still-deeps continually all over circles by the fishes rising, who will gorge themselves with these flies.
The world loves a dramatic finish. And yet it's only Tchaikovsky who conceived of a way to end a musical performance not just with a bang, but with a series of bangs.
"Art need no longer be an account of past sensations. It can become the direct organization of more highly evolved sensations. It is a question of producing ourselves, not the things that enslave us."
You can use your phone to find movie times, view a map to the theater, buy your tickets and even watch the trailer. But you don't really need to see the trailer again, because you've already seen the two short trailers and the extended version about a hundred times on TV. You're familiar with the best jokes, the dramatic explosions and the first 2.8 seconds of the love scene. All that's left is paying to see the dull bits that fill out the rest of the film.
Or . . .
You could choose the unknown. A whole lot of unknown.
I have seen the Cossacks racing horses in dizzy circles, and known the inspiration for the Centaur.
I have witnessed a pack of dogs, some no taller than your knee, outwit a man, knowing all the while that I would fare no better against their hungry intellect.
I have gasped at the sudden flight of human beings, and wondered at the fickleness of gravity.
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