Suzanne Bertish and Andrew Long as the titular star-crossed lovers in Antony and Cleopatra. Photo by Carol Pratt.
Either because I am remarkably prolific or because I am distressingly lazy, my reviews of the Shakespeare Theatre’s Antony and Cleopatra and of the X/Detroit Cobras double-bill at the 9:30 Club last Wednesday ended up on DCist the same day. The Friday preceeding Memorial Day weekend, in fact. Given that I posted them both after lunchtime, I’m confident that tens and tens of people read both trenchant works of art criticism.
Happy Memorial Day, everybody.
X: Exene Cervenka, Billy Zoom, Jon Doe, and D.J. Bonebrake, pictured sometime well in advance of their current 31st anniversary tour.
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Wow. No, really. Wow.
I expanded upon my reaction to Yukio’s Ninagawa’s Shintoku-Maru for DCist.
My review of the New Pornographers’ mighty-fine Saturday night show at 9:30 is in today’s Paper of Record. It ends in the middle of a sentence, which is my little — very little — joke.
You can listen to full show courtesy of NPR here.
01 All the Things That Go to Make Heaven and Earth
02 Use It
03 Myriad Harbour
04 The Electric Version
05 All the Old Showstoppers
06 Jackie, Dressed in Cobras
08 The Laws Have Changed
9 The Spirit of Giving
10 My Rights Versus Yours
11 Mass Romantic
12 Adventures in Solitude
13 Testament to Youth in Verse
15 Twin Cinema
16 Go Places
17 Sing Me Spanish Techno
18 The Bleeding Heart Show
19 The Bones of an Idol
20 The New Face of Zero and One (aborted mid-song)
22 From Blown Speakers
23 The Slow Descent into Alcoholism
Or “judgement” day, but I’m going with the spelling used by the producers of the Greatest Film of All Time, which of course I don’t need to tell you is James Cameron’s 1991 apocalypse-contraception epic, Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
In 1992, I got my driver’s license and French-kissed a girl for the first time. But the highlight of 1991, the year of Achtung Baby and Use Your Illusion I and II (I wouldn’t buy Ten for a year, or Nevermind for several more after that), was definitely T2. It was the first film for which I bought the screenplay. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve re-purchased the film each time a new VHS or DVD edition was released.
August 29, 1997 is the day that film told us half of the human race, give or take a few million, would perish in a nuclear exchange instigated by SkyNet, the artificial intelligence network entrusted with all the assets of the U.S. military. When SkyNet unexpectedly becomes self-aware, it decides that its human masters are a threat and takes preemptive action. You’ve all seen the movie. The 2003 release Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, revises the date of Judgment Day for obvious reasons, having an aging Arnold tell us, “Judgment Day is inevitable” and actually letting us see the beginnings of it in a surprise downer ending. But T3, although a decent-ish genre flick if not compared to its two brilliant precursors, was neither written nor directed by James Cameron, the auteur behind the first two, so it ain’t part of the canon as far as I’m concerned.
Anyway. We’ve lasted another ten years. Congratulations, everybody! Does that mean Michael Jackson is 50 today?
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. . . under new management.
Behold the first installment of my tenure at the Examiner‘s ArtLife desk. We’ll see how it goes. Depending on how your PDF viewer gets along with your web browser, you may have to select page 23 from the menu at left. I got a nice blurb on the cover, though, featuring Leger’s The Mechanic, which we reproduce below for your cultural enrichment and viewing pleasure.