One movie critic said it best when he wrote the following about Winged Migration: "Possibly the most astonishing documentary about bird migration ever made." I am certainly in agreement.
I have a confession to make. I have a horrible secret, one that may ruin any bits of a social life I have here at Penn, one that I did my best to keep secret, a part of my life I thought closed when I left all those who knew me as a child.
The ambiguities that pervade our fair language consistently astound me. My most recent rendezvous with wooly English occurred during a stroll through the music department of the Bookstore.
Get ready to embark on an introspective exploration of the musical roots from which Ben Harper has developed in his fifth studio album, Diamonds on the Inside. Backed by his band, the Innocent Criminals, Harper courageously experiments with a wide range of sounds, including reggae, Delta Blues, funk, gospel, hard rock and world music.
Assassination Tango should be good.ÿ Under the deft hand of Robert Duvall -- who directs, produces and stars in the film -- this labor of love should be a masterpiece.ÿThe film, however, falls short of these expectations.ÿThe ingredients are there, but they end up producing a lot of nothing -- unless you enjoy staring at one pointless scene after another for two hours, that is.
The British Empire may not have had the cleanest record when one considers its history of racial oppression and mistreatment of its colonial subjects, but films like Gurinder Chadha's Bend it Like Beckham suggest that there might just be a bright, new, heterogeneous future in store for the original Isle of WASP that comes with its own set of cultural obstacles.
One day, four young boys walk through the forest and see three older boys bullying a small kid from "the retard academy." The four boys decide to help this unfortunate lad, warmly referred to as "Dudditz" (due to his own mispronunciation of Douglas). Little did they know that Dudditz was more special than the euphemism suggests.
Somebody needs to get Vic Chesnutt some Prozac. An accident while driving drunk as a teenager left him a paraplegic, and the pain and agony of his life infects every track on Silver Lake. The music and lyrics are downbeat, and if his voice were not so annoying, the CD could easily put anyone to sleep.
Mike Skinner, the British rapper better known as The Streets, moves across the stage, violently shaking a bottle of beer over his head, and spraying its contents all over himself and those near the front of the stage, without missing a lyric.