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Arts & Entertainment

Digital Video Diary

Regular Guys is an intelligent, interesting and entertaining German film. Although intensely boring, it's a fantastic movie if you watch it in well spread-out 15 minute chunks.

by 34TH STREET

C-K models in the jungle

Jake 2.0 Wednesday 9 p.m., UPN Just call Jake Foley, played by Christopher Gorham, the Six Billion Dollar Spiderman.

by CHRIS BELLIS

Addicted to Sobriety

Off the crystal meth and back in the studio, Rufus Wainwright puts forth his most sober and self-reflective album to date.

by SAMMY MACK

Death Cock speaks

With the release of You Forgot It In People, Broken Social Scene was catapulted from an unknown Canadian band to one of the most talked about groups in indie rock.

by JOHN CARROLL

Guilty Pleasure

I've admitted it before, and I'll admit it again: I love MTV's reality shows. Real World, Road Rules, Real World/Road Rules Challenge, Fraternity Life, Sorority Life, True Life, The Osbournes, Newlyweds. They're all masterpieces, Shakespearean in their comedy, tragedy and poetry.

by ALEX KOPPELMAN

Quick Flicks

Secondhand Lions This clich‚-riddled kiddie fare fascinates solely because the director completely wastes his stars' enormous talent.

by 34TH STREET

Why Macaulay didn't make Home Alone 3

Titanic Jack and Rose find each other in the ocean. Jack is able to find a board and tells Rose to get on it and she will be safe.

by YONA SILVERMAN

Party Animal

I'm not a metalhead, and as I pushed my way through the bearded and pierced attendees of last Thursday's Andrew W.K.

by JOHN CARROLL

Mortal Sinners

Ah, the memories... I remember my first step into punk when I heard MXPX covering "Summer of '69." I thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Since then, I have ditched Christian pop-punk, and so has MXPX on their new LP, Before Everything and After. That may not be a good thing in their case.

by MITCH MANGER

Bump and Grind

Nicholas Payton gets more ass than Wilt Chamberlain -- on one of his better days. And it's not as though this classically trained trumpet player is keeping it a secret.

by WILLIAM BECKERMAN

If you want to sing out, sing out

There is something difficult about watching an actor who was once pretty good starring in a vehicle which is almost patently bad.

by YONA SILVERMAN

Country Grammar

Remember that song "Ugly" that had you "throwin' 'bows" at the party and wishing you were from Hicktown, Georgia?

by MAWUSE ZIEGBE

The hair, my God the hair!

Robert Rodriguez knows what he is doing, whether it be as director, producer, editor, or one of the many other titles he takes on in his latest and final installment of the "El Mariachi" trilogy.

by EUGENIA SALVO

Fall Music Preview

Dave Matthews, Some Devil, September 23 (RCA) Choosing to leave the band out of his name and album, Dave Matthews embarks on the tricky path of creating a solo album.

by ZACH SMITH

Dressy For Successy

Attention, indie head-bobbers! Dressy Bessy's self-titled album, their third release, is one of the catchiest albums of the year.

by JOHN CARROLL

I'm not Velma, really

David Spade sat down with Street at the Four Seasons last week to talk about his new movie --in which he actually acts--occasionally. What was it like working with child actors on a film that's basically about how being a child actor screws you up? It's funny because I wanted them to be in the movie and I was like "I play, like, a loser - do you wanna come play yourself as a loser?" But they had a good sense of humor about it.

by YONA SILVERMAN

Freeeeedom!

You could make a drinking game out of all the different Scottish inventions. Golf. Adhesive postage stamps.

by TAMMY FERTIG

Review: Dickie Roberts

David Spade gets the shaft. Maybe it's because he came of age with the last SNL cast to actually do something with their lives -- Chris Rock may never be Bill Cosby, but he'd beat Horatio Sans in any laugh-off know to man.

by 34TH STREET

Dismemberment disbanded

Every advertisement was billing it as the Dismemberment Plan's last show ever but when lead singer Travis Morrison walked on stage after Engine Down's serviceable opening set, he set the record straight on the "big fat lie." Turns out that the Plan had one more show, in their hometown of Washington, D.C.

by JOHN CARROLL

C'mon, feel the angst

For the music snob, the first concert occupies a sacred space. Whether awful or amazing, we remember that first show, be it grooving to New Kids on the Block or sitting with your parents, suffering through a James Taylor set.

by ROSS CLARK

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