Radiohead is the U2 of the 2000s. Stylistic parallels are few, it’s just that they’re so widely popular. Moms, college kids, metros, Euros, radio stations: everyone loves Radiohead. The press are slobbering to outdo each other in realizing the depth of genius in each new release. Same deal on the new record, The King Of Limbs. It’s familiar but new, sad but uplifting, powerful yet serene. Their best yet. It’s everything everyone says it is. Or so we assume.
When was the last time someone you know used a phone book? Your Aunt Mable doesn’t count. She’s 90. Seriously though, the Yellow Pages are a total waste of resources. Technology has made these heavy tomes of dead tree matter obsolete, but for some reason they are still being printed. Maybe if you opt out and your friends opt out, someday the Yellow Pages will just disappear.
From Taxi Driver to Little Fockers. DeNiro. How did it happen? By now, Robert DeNiro has officially shed every micron of self-respect he ever had as an actor. But, before he jumped the shark landing in the murky waters of Holiday blockbuster sequels, he made a few transition films. Ronin was one of them. In his character, there’s a glimmer of the old greatness. There are also some good shoot-outs and a car chase that by itself is worth the price of the rental.
The soccer is phenomenal and the acting isn’t bad, either. This flick has Pelé, the greatest soccer player of all time, and Michael Caine, the greatest British actor of all time, sharing the screen. This 1981 sports-adventure-war drama revolves around an unlikely soccer match between Allied prisoners of war and their German captors during WWII. Sylvester Stallone, five years after making the greatest boxing movie ever, made this, the greatest soccer movie ever.
The pictures in this book are so vibrant and colorful you won’t even realize what you’re looking at. Abstract impressionism? Actually, no. Photographer J. Henry Fair has traveled the planet documenting the environmental destruction we humans are doling out. Haunting images of mountain-top mining in Appalachia, toxic hog waste & paper mill runoff make for beautiful colorforms and interesting patterns. But, they should really get us talking about what’s getting pumped into the oceans and rivers.
When morning show experts talk about the influences causing kids to go mental and commit terrific violence, they usually blame heavy metal music & video games like the newest chapter in the Dead Space saga. Horror survival games like this are strictly adult material. Using telekinesis to turn your body parts into deadly weapons, is not the type of stuff children can handle. That’s why this gory game is for mature users only. People like you.
Western movies often suffer from various cheap Hollywood clichés. It could be the Australian setting and/or the film’s writer, Nick Cave’s, outsider status that gives 2005’s The Proposition it’s fresh feel. It is a bleak and ruthless tale of three outlaw brothers turned against each other by a meddling lawman. But there’s no John Wayne schlock, just plenty of gunfire and vultures circling ominously overhead.
Like heroin, crack and other hard drugs, Sriracha hot sauce, aka Rooster Sauce, is highly addictive. Usually it starts with just a squirt on your late night pizza or french fries and before you know, you’re draining a big bottle every few days. If you’ve never tried it, consider this your warning. This cookbook offers 50 fresh, red hot recipes that are sure to contribute to your habit.
You might not even know how clueless you really are until you read this. Ever considered what constitutes proper bedroom behavior? What about the rules of tailoring or how to fly in style? These and a hundred other gentlemanly concerns are discussed and detailed in this eclectic guide book. Check yourself.
Extended, meandering 100-city tours have made Long Beach, California’s Cold War Kids into one of the tightest live acts out. They’ve got a stack of celebrated singles, live EPs and a pair of full-length records behind them already. Their new album, Mine Is Yours, is being called things like “soul punk” and “emo rock blues.” And when nobody knows what to call it … that usually means it’s good.