Hypnotizing Humor

Woody Allen’s latest romp through old New York combines (among other things) a skirt-chasing insurance investigator with the charm of a rodent, a wise-cracking Vassar grad who takes no guff and a nightclub hypnotist in a sequined turban who doubles as a major jewel thief. The year is 1940. The…

The Living End

After nearly a decade’s absence from the big screen, Suture auteurs Scott McGehee and David Siegel finally deliver a second feature with The Deep End, an exciting, sharply realized, melodramatic film noir based on Elizabeth Sanxay Holding’s novel The Blank Wall, which was also the source for the 1949 Max…

Lofty Ambitions

Once upon a time in lower downtown Denver, before anyone ever dreamed that there might one day be a hip, happening LoDo — or, in fact, ever dreamed that the rundown area of abandoned warehouses and pawnshops might one day be given the nickname “LoDo” — there was Larimer Square…

Trial by Fire

Denver is a festival town: Our hot, dry, sunny summers and balmy autumns are not just a boon to the sunscreen industry — they also provide the perfect backdrop for mass fun in the great outdoors. We eat and dance and view art under blue skies each year, and now,…

The More Things Change…

A couple of months ago, the Denver Art Museum and the city’s office of planning unveiled the latest model for a new addition to the museum. The wing, which is being designed by Berlin-based architect Daniel Libeskind, along with Denver’s Davis Partnership, is to be built adjacent to the existing…

Hollywood’s Long March to War

If Sergeant York and Captain Willard ever run into each other on the battlefield — or the backlot — they’ll have plenty to talk about. Army food. The firepower of the Springfield ’03 versus the M-16 carbine. Mud and grime. The night sweats. Overwrought assistant directors. They might even discuss…

Island of the Dumbed

The social lessons of Captain Corelli¹s Mandolin, all of them suitable for framing in just about any dorm room, are these: War is bad. Love is good. The Italians love to sing, even when they’re supposed to be at war. The Greeks are freedom fighters. And whatever you do, don’t…

The Bitch of Kitsch

Well, my goodness, look at you! You are so alternative, so fringe, so punk! So artsy and alienated! So utterly aimless and oozing with angst! Tell us, girl, what ought we to call you? Edwina Scissorhands? That’s one easily justified reaction a viewer may take away from Thora Birch’s power-moping…

Micro Screen Scene

Art houses are out. Micro cinemas are in. These small, super-independent venues for showing underground films from across the country and around the world are on the rise throughout the United States. Filmmakers off the mainstream map can now bypass corporate distributors and get their films directly to audiences through…

Desert Bloom

Some poets don’t live in ivory towers. Some don’t even come close. New Mexican bard Jimmy Santiago Baca started out on a tougher road than most before clawing his way out of adversity on a bridging torrent of words. Despite ensuing laurels as a poet — from numerous literary awards…

Artbeat

The Edge Gallery (3658 Navajo Street, 303-477-7173) is currently presenting three quirky solos. In the front space is I Need It ‘Cause I Want It, a sculpture show made up of recent pieces by Jill Nasman. All the pieces concern the consumer culture. In “Candy” (seen above), Nasman has built…

Dust to Dust

Ten years ago, Robert Harris picked up the phone to find on the other end a relative stranger bearing extraordinary news. This man was at a film exchange in Toronto, where movies are housed and rented out to exhibitors, and he was holding in his hands canisters of film containing…

Secret Worlds

Tran Anh Hung’s beautiful meditation on family ties and family traumas, The Vertical Ray of the Sun, marks a captivating new chapter in the career of the writer-director who was the first to give Americans a glimpse of Vietnamese filmmaking. In 1994, Tran’s The Scent of Green Papaya made its…

Deep Bloat

During this cinematic Summer of Dumb, it would be all too easy to celebrate half-assed cleverness as a virtue, especially when proffered by Bobby and Peter Farrelly, who elevated the gross-out to an art form in Kingpin and There’s Something About Mary. Osmosis Jones, one of two films the Booger…

Remaking Sense

The sly galoot in the Big Suit was a hoot. Anyone who was at Red Rocks when Talking Heads singer David Byrne sauntered on stage the night of August 26, 1983, with his gassed-back hair, oversized outfit and white sneakers will probably agree that the concert was one of the…

Planet Dancer

If America were as ballet mad now as it was in the 1970s, or if last year’s Center Stage were as good a movie as The Turning Point, the name Ethan Stiefel would be as iconic as the name Mikhail Baryshnikov. It’s certainly familiar to anyone with even a passing…

Up, Up and Away

When Cydney Payton announced last summer that she was resigning as director of the Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art, groans of despair were heard all along the Front Range. Even worse was that she had no plans to continue working in the art world. This circumstance represented a genuine tragedy,…

Unnatural Acts

The plot of Shakespeare’s As You Like It resembles that of a summer romance movie. Unfortunately, the Disneyfied version being presented by the Colorado Shakespeare Festival cheapens the play’s gentle beauty and robs the dialogue of its richness. As directed by Lynn Nichols, the show is riddled with drawn-out special…

A Commanding Performance

When the Central City Opera revived Douglas Moore’s The Ballad of Baby Doe a few seasons back, thunderous applause and full-voiced cheers filled the tiny theater for a full five minutes as a steady barrage of flower bouquets, many hurled from the far reaches of the balcony, showered the stage…

Money Men

There is only one reason Jon Favreau’s new film is called Made. Not too long ago, his old friend and co-star Vince Vaughn called him up and told him, in no uncertain terms, “You gotta write something that can get made.” It was less a demand than it was a…

Flush Hour

The most telling scene in Rush Hour 2 comes during the closing-credits montage of outtakes that has become the most enjoyable part of Jackie Chan’s Hollywood outings. Chris Tucker — the poor man’s Eddie Murphy, who now pockets more than the real thing per picture — and Chan have just…