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Crazy Japanese pseduo-porn

Eh. You'd expect something different than what you get from a film about the Japanese porn industry titled Bastoni - The Stick Handlers. Come on, The Stick Handlers? This should have been a Porky's-type film that, instead of a de facto softcore porn, was actually porn mixed with comedy. Instead, we get a movie that is actually rather a sad story.

by DANIEL MCQUADE

American cheese

American Wedding is our generation's ultimate love story: the marriage of a pervert and his nymphomaniac lover.

by ABBY NATELSON

Guilty Pleasure

It's time to face facts: I'm hopelessly addicted to chick flicks. As emasculating and pathetic as that sounds, I really do think it has left me with some insight into the fairer sex.

by 34TH STREET

Time to relapse

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Fuck Nirvana. Credit where credit is due, the real impetus for the alt-rock revolution of the early 1990's wasn't Seattle and Nirvana.

by ALEX KOPPELMAN

Kelly, where are you?

I knew little to nothing about The Used before writing this review. I knew lead singer Bert McCracken dated Kelly Osborne and throws up on stage, or something like that.

by DANIEL MCQUADE

Weathering the storm

Sure, they lay their dark vocals over sugary pop music, but Guster's true appeal lies in their percussionist, Brian "Thundergod" Rosenworcel.

by JOHN CARROLL

Guilty pleasure

Oh man, this one's bad. To you, Linkin Park may be just another top 40 Nu-Metal act, fodder for Y-100.

by 34TH STREET

Spell me a river

In the age of spell check and Internet slang, it's shocking to find those remaining few who still avidly read, study, and worship that old friend, the dictionary.

by ABBY NATELSON

Tune in

In 1988, a band called Avant Garde was trying to make waves in the metal scene, lead by singer Kevin Ridel and guitarist Rivers Cuomo.

by JOHN CARROLL

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by DANIEL MCQUADE

Guilty Pleasure

The first time I heard "Victory" from Puff Daddy's No Way Out I got so energized that I went to the gym.

by 34TH STREET

Mile high clubmile high club

It seems the French have a little longing for America in them after all. It's true--we may have taken their fries, their toast, even their kisses, but after one viewing of Jet Lag, there's no denying that they want to steal something from us: a quality Hollywood-esque romantic comedy.

by ABBY NATELSON

Surprisingly angelic

I felt a bit defensive tonight. At some point in every conversation I've had, I had to throw up my arms in a mock defensive posture and say, "No, really, I'm not kidding.

by ALEX KOPPELMAN

Guilty Pleasure

I used to write song lyrics in the love letters I would write to my girlfriend senior year of high school. The lyrics were never anything really important, they were from something like Blink 182's "Going Away To College," but I thought I was poet laureate of Northeast Philadelphia. I miss doing that.

by 34TH STREET

Digging in the crates

Hip-Hop musicians have never felt a particular tie to the album format. Some purists might have a problem with that, but in some cases, it can work out quite well.

by ALEX KOPPELMAN

Stenographers are romantic

Emma (Kate Hudson) is a chic twenty-something trying to make her way as a stenographer in Boston. Alex (Luke Wilson) is a brilliant author whose computer is destroyed by the pair of Cuban criminals coming to collect the $100,000 he owes them.

by ABBY NATELSON

Dave Matthews Sucks

During a short hiatus from the Dave Matthews Band, famed violinist Boyd Tinsley has put together an evocative new solo album, True Reflections. Surprisingly, Tinsley's skills as a violinist take second place to his raw, emotive vocals, as he demonstrates a new side of his musicality to audiences.

by VANESSA NICKERSON

It ain't no dope show

If dropping out of the crosshairs of conservative America has disappointed Marilyn Manson, he's not showing it.

by DANIEL MCQUADE

Four letter words

Director Scott Roberts' first movie, The Hard Word, is the movie Guy Ritchie should have made last summer when he was otherwise busy destroying his career with the Madonna bomb Swept Away. Originally filmed under the title Blood and Guts, this hyperactive Aussie crime-flick bombards the audience with a jumble of new and re-used ideas that somehow add up to a very enjoyable film.

by GREG MAUGHAN

St. Elsewhere

This is the most difficult Metallica album I have ever listened to, and I have listened to them all more times than I care to admit.

by ZACH SMITH

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