"...When singer Candye Kane is discovered to be a mutual friend, David Alan Johnson relaxes and leans forward, delighted to focus attention on something besides his looks. It is when he drops the affected but warm professional hunk smile that he becomes his most un-self-consciously, knee-knockingly, heart-stoppingly, drop-dead handsome..."
"..."And in our time, when a man dies -- if he has had wealth and influence and power and all the vestments that arouse envy, and after the living take stock of the dead man's property and his eminence and works and monuments -- the question is still there: Was his life good or was it evil? Envies are gone, and the measuring stick is: Was he loved or was he hated? Is his death felt as a loss or does a kind of joy come to it?..."
"...That’s right Central Time Zone, you had me at “11am.” For me, the NFL draft is better than Christmas. For one thing, I don’t believe in God and can’t understand why people make a big stink out of a dead dude’s birthday via a jolly fat guy breaking and entering into a person's apartment..."
"...You never know what’s coming around the next corner. It could be an over-the-top musical procession; a dead body, scented with sandalwood and covered in flowers, being taken to the river to be burned; a hash-induced haze of sadhus walking naked to a temple; a communist demonstration; a leper colony; a bevy of women dressed up as terrifying Goddesses; a Tibetan mask dance, etc..."
"...It's not so hot that you notice, really, but the ants in Oakwood Cemetery are unbearable. It's almost as if they're protecting the dead, enacting an unrelenting and painful punishment on any who'd dare linger on consecrated ground...."
"...I don't try to immortalize the present, I try to draw memories into the present. Again and again, my films focus on people who are already dead, who are no longer with us..."
"...Landscapes, such as the vivid Landscapes in My Mind, like a Technicolor canyon on Venus, are flattened until they look like they'll slide off the walls. Even more precise images, like Cotton With Pollution Landscape, featuring a single dying cotton plant on a barren plain, surrounded by rotting corn and a dead fish, look collaged..."
"...Hemingway's short story comprises only the first 10 minutes or so, before becoming a detective story. Insurance investigator Jim Reardon (Edmond O'Brien) tries to unfurl the mystery of why unnamed forces wanted this washed-up boxer (played with broken gravitas by Burt Lancaster) dead...."
"...– Jennifer Gale, scheduled to speak Dec. 18 before City Council but found dead the morning before, outside a North Campus church (Dec..."
"...There have been thousands of golf instruction books written that clog the mind with pictures and swing thoughts until you forget why you are on the golf course in the first place. Penick's swing thoughts are basic, the mental image of the act made as simple as ...Swing the club like a weed cutter, it's like swinging a bucket of water, clip the tee and of course, take dead aim...."
"...Down for the count? Nope. Back from the dead...."
"..."I knew she wouldn't want me to be sad, she would want me to find a way to celebrate her life," Heyhoe says. Inspired by the festive, colorful traditions of Day of the Dead, Heyhoe came up with the idea of making her own unique style of sugar skulls..."
"...When Antoine returns as a ghost to aid the team (the Seattle Huskies) in their moment of possible triumph, it's up to little brother Kenny to decide whether or not to accept the assists of his long-lost teammate. Is it fair to acquiesce to the offerings of the dead in competition? Does it even matter in a comedy like this? Hardly..."
"...Bojorquez's direction (he also co-scripted with David Howard) is awkward and choppy, often eliminating establishing details that might help comprehension and focusing on the colorful over the meaningful. The Mexican Day of the Dead ceremonies are brought to life in a bit of anthropological re-creation..."
"...As much an American pop icon as Willard Scott or Stephen King, Freddy Krueger -- Hollywood's resident Sandman From Hell -- has devolved from the horrific, ill-defined phantasm posited in the original film, into a bland and annoyingly predictable boogeyman loved by kids everywhere. (Has everybody forgotten the character's lurid origins as a jovial child molester, a la John Wayne Gacy? Apparently so.) As for Freddy's Dead, there's not much to say that you probably haven't already guessed, except, maybe, that it's even worse than you thought it might be..."
"...There's also “shameless,” “silly,” and – sin of sins – “boring.” Add to that the film's relentlessly downbeat tone and mixed message – something along the lines of “follow your dreams and vultures might just pluck the eyes from your frozen carcass,” and you have a children's film more suited to Wednesday Addams than Everykid, USA. James and Kissner play young and marginally older versions of Nello Daas, a scrappy 17th-century orphan (mother dead, father MIA) in Antwerp, currently in the care of his grandfather Jehan (Warden)..."
"...Similar to the much-revered Hoop Dreams, which focused on B-ball as a ghetto escape route, the co-directors of On the Ropes focus on a small clutch of boxers on their way up, or, at the very least, moving in some direction, via the ring. There's George Walton, a dead ringer for Tyson with a far less threatening chip on his shoulder..."
"...It's October 31st, which means that my reading of late has consisted of re-reading Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes, a book I've returned to almost every year since I first discovered it somewhere around age 14. Despite a series of strokes in recent years, Bradbury has kept up a literary pace that shames most other living authors, managing a new volume of short stories every 18 months or so, as well as scripting stage plays, memoir-ephemera, and -- another habitual October read on my part -- the deliciously atmospheric and elegiac 2001 collection From the Dust Returned, a sequel of sorts to his short Halloween classic The Homecoming (which first saw light of day, or, more accurately, dead of night in the pages of Mademoiselle magazine in 1946)..."
"...It's not; although a sterling case could be made that the film, with its crazed, scatological take on "natural birth" and single mothers’ support groups, not to mention the whole ticking-time-bomb-of-estrogen thing, is creepily unsympathetic to modern gals' lifestyle choices. No, with its desperate, histrionic tone, obvious and too-dumb-to-be-considered-manipulative plot machinations, and suicidal overuse of godawful unpop songs to underscore the already unmissable inner emotions of its increasingly annoying main character, The Back-up Plan is that rare kind of cinematic train wreck, the kind that makes fans of exemplary romantic comedies (Shaun of the Dead, for instance) rush homeward from the theatre, eyes bleeding, hearts faltering, to mainline a massive dose of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? or pretty much any John Waters film in order to return the known film universe to some sort of romantic equilibrium..."
"...My tolerance for the mockumentary form of comedy has curdled somewhat in the wake of the past decade's serious subgenre overkill. While this ultra-low-budget faux doc about strip-mall kung-fu sensei Fred Simmons (McBride alternating between heartfelt and brain-dead), who doesn't have the sense to come out of the pain, has moments of laugh-out-loud greatness, for the most part, it plays like a Saturday Night Live sketch padded out to feature length..."
"...The story, too, is rife with the Coens' ripe ambivalence, a black seriocomic opera of fouled-up American dreams, and a meditation on ambivalence that is itself at times as ambiguous as the emotional meanderings of its protagonist, the small-town barber Ed Crane (Thornton), a chain-smoking, taciturn chimney of a man who deduces that his wife Doris (McDormand) is playing the late-night fiddle-dee-dee with her boss, Big Dave (Gandolfini), and then does nothing for a long time. Eventually, blackmail crosses Ed's frame of reference (it's 1949, and blackmail was, to judge from other noir films of the time, very, very in), and before you can say “John Garfield,” Big Dave is now Big Dead Dave, Doris is in jail, and poor Ed is obsessing over a teenage piano prodigy with an animated sex drive..."
"...It's more or less universally agreed that Heston was miscast, and while his Latinified skin tone may be disagreeable -- even offensive -- to the modern eye, I'd argue that his staccato, vaguely Hispanic delivery adds yet another layer of the bizarre to an already freakish production. Likewise Welles, who donned a prosthetic nosepiece, padded out his already-blossoming girth (he was 43 at the time), and went through his lines as though with a mouthful of dead kittens -- his Hank Quinlan is an excruciating, sublime portrait of burning-from-the-inside decay, a hulking figure that smacks of the worst of the human id..."
"...Sheehan's own reaction to the groundswell of support in Camp Casey reflected a similar shift in national perspective. "I thought my hope was dead..."
"...Back on the island, the frustrated man sees his mystical adversary come ashore and vengefully flips it on its back, leaving it to die in the blazing sun. But like Botticelli’s Venus sprung from a half-shell, a beautiful copper-haired woman later emerges from the split casing of the dead terrapin..."
"...Oller, likely to be voted Smithville High's Most Likely To Figure Things Out Before Anyone Else Does, is well-cast and perfectly natural as Travis, the kid with the spooky past in the small-town setting, as is Friday Night Lights alum Teegarden as Abby, his friend and confidante. Despite the intimations of the supernatural (the kids declare the mortuary "haunted" as they voyeuristically spy Ely dancing with, presumably, his dead wife), Beneath the Darkness, which also suffers from a bland, unremarkable title that makes it sound like any number of Nicole Kidman films, is less about horror than hauntings of the head and heart...."
"...Along the way, he falls for a ghost called Shine, who apparently can't decide between possessing him or falling in love herself. Add to this already eclectic mix a trio of “ghost busters” -- Red Beard, White Cloud, and Flying Dragon -- dead set on knocking Shine from this mortal plane, and you have a recipe for, well, confusion, actually..."
"...No wonder Cowboys assistant coach Todd Haley has apparently given up on the season all together and decided the real money is in finding dead rats in your salad...."
"..."Dead Man's Party" Oingo Boingo "Americans-Soviets" CCCP "Living After Midnight" Judas Priest "Hit and Run" Loleatta Holloway "Unbelievable" EMF..."
"...Except it also becomes clear that this is not a supernatural shocker. Kenner’s willingness to believe everything Angela says, crossed with Raines’ devotion to regression therapy and recovered memory syndrome, sends them down every evidentiary dead end...."
"...Sun." There's great music in this world - Kay Starr's "Wheel of Fortune," Tony Bennett doing "Blue Velvet" - but by and large, the bland arrangements and pie-eyed lyrics stand in sharp contrast to Williams' lovesick blues. When they're not fooling around, the characters, rich and poor, dream of escaping Anarene and their dead-end lives, and Williams' songs linger as a near-constant reminder of how hard that really is. "This is an awful small town for any kind of carrying on," Eileen Brennan's wise waitress Genevieve tells Timothy Bottoms' Sonny after his affair with the coach's wife fizzles out..."
"..."Some people here [in Nashville] don't get it," she says about the proliferation of Day of the Dead icons, Mexican crosses and snakes, and various Virgins of Guadalupe, all neatly arranged on the mantle – images common to anyone who's traveled along the Southern highways of Lucinda's songs. Another wall of shelves holds CDs and books, though not as many as are usually seen in the singer's residences...."
"...Of course, it's hard to get through a Q&A with Wright without touching on the topic of his old Spaced/Shaun of the Dead/Hot Fuzz cohorts Nick Pegg and Simon Frost (read Marc Savlov's in-depth interview with the triple-headed beast of British comedy here.) They're in post-production on sci-fi comedy Paul, directed by regular Michael Cera collaborator Greg Mottola. Wright saw the other half of what he dubbed the "Superbad/Hot Fuzz exchange program" at Comic Con, and added that "I miss them too."..."
"...Texas coaches were timid about this moment, this debacle in the making. In the locker room, McCoy – the growing legend says – tried to toss the ball to his father and it was more dead duck than pigskin..."
"...Having survived our share of Butt-Numb-a-Thons, we're no stranger to long-haul movie marathons, but it's still a surreal feeling to walk out of the perpetually twilit Alamo only to be confronted by a.) a dead-empty, daylight-blasted Sixth Street straight out of The Omega Man, and, b.) zero crack-zombies and/or technicolor-yawning shot bar fratboy hoards...."
"...Chinese Democracy’s opening title track sounds like it might have been mined off Use Your Illusion, kicking off as lean and leathery as “You Could Be Mine” with a “Dead Horse” head thrown between the sheets. By the time the guitar solo arrives, however, the first in a long line of cavity drill bits – Laurence Olivier wasn’t this root canal in Marathon Man – the illusion’s been shattered..."
"... Yet, the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in...."
"...Texas Chainsaw Massacre, They Came From Within, Dawn of the Dead, Phantasm, Swinging Cheerleaders, Swinging Stewardesses... we saw them all..."
"...12 at the Off Center, Geppetto Dreams will be presenting its first Puppet Parts Film Fest, a collection of 11 short films by artists from around the country. The show will include "Bill Hicks Puppet Show" by director and Austinite Andrew Lankes, who secured permission from the widow of the legendary comic to re-enact one of his routines (this one about the first Bush and his Iraq war) using marionettes; "In the House of the Sin Eater," New Yorker Paul Kloss' haunting version of an ancient folktale about a man who takes on the sins of the newly dead by means of food and drink; and Mike Murphy's freewheeling "Night of the Broccoli," in which the disgruntled vegetables of the title exact revenge on the man who dared to serve them for dinner..."
"...Russell Crowe directs his first narrative feature and it turns out to be a sprawling historical epic (“inspired by actual events”) that involves multiple continents, 17 million dead, the Battle of Gallipoli, forbidden love, brothers (literally) in arms, and Turkish nationalists vs. Greek invaders..."
"...history. After returning home, Pink reflects on the one confiscated tape: footage of dead Iraqis over which the soldier's commentary expresses no regret..."
"...Starring: Stellan Skarsgård, James D'Arcy, Izabella Scorupco and Remy Sweeney. If you’re like me, then you’ve probably been saying to yourself, "Gosh, where on earth can I find a horror movie that features dead maggot babies and poorly executed demon dogs now that Lucio Fulci has vanished beyond one of the seven doors of death?" To your immense relief, perhaps, even I’m not like me these days and so director Renny Harlin’s abysmal take on the once and future king of Catholic horror shows comes not as a welcome return to past gories of Linda Blair and her horny, Beelzebubian pals but as a limply over-the-top exercise in bad taste that even a young Peter Jackson might have found ridiculous..."
"...In short order (in the world of Kinky, this means after a series of jokes, puns, reveries on Hank Williams, Sherlock Holmes, and/or several slices of life in New York too weird to be made up), the Kinkster is shot by the D.C. police, locked in a burning limo by a Chicago chauffeur, and tangled in a web of intrigue involving dead gangsters (one of whom is known as Leaning Jesus) and the F.B.I..."
"...Stevie Ray Vaughan was dead and Double Trouble was over. Angela Strehli had followed her heart to the Bay Area, and eventually married longtime love Bob Brown..."
"...Today is the birthday of Mervyn Peake, author of The Gormenghast Trilogy and other works. But, even though Peake has been dead for 44 years, he's partly to blame for the several pairs of black-and-gray striped socks I own..."
"...All those End-of-Decade and Best-of-20th-Century lists last year put one indefatigable truth into sharp relief: The Rock & Roll Era is Over. Dead as Ronald Reagan..."
"...However, she begins to sleep a little more soundly after she meets perfect man Sheridan. Now, anyone want to guess what two women find themselves sharing the same lover? It's enough to drive Sciorra to see a shrink of her own (Alda) and when the beautiful Unger turns up naked and dead, the course of true love runs a little rockier than usual..."
"...Bela Lugosi's dead, of course, but we can imagine that man's Dracula nodding with satisfaction at the ever-shifting shadowstains with which his dark majesty has marked the surface of modern culture...."
"...Gore is big, and Mondo Media’s "Happy Tree Friends" milks the severed tit of sorrow for all it’s worth and comes up with no less than three mini-installments of the zany animals-in-jeopardy (with their viscera hanging from trees) school of comedy that give The Simpsons’ Itchy & Scratchy a run for their entrails. Is it comedy? Or grand guignol? Does it matter? Not really: Dead cute things are always funny..."
"...Longtime friend and associate of George Romero, Savini was responsible for the gruesome make-up effects in Romero's films, but also is notable for his work on features such as The Burning, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, Killing Zoe, and the great Deranged. Savini has also appeared in front of the camera acting in a number of films, and he directed a remake of Romero's landmark Night of the Living Dead in 1990..."