• Issue Archive for
  • Feb 24 - Mar 2, 2011
  • Vol. 21, No. 8

News+Features

Food+Drink

  • The Milkshake Factory

    There's no way a trip here won't have you pining for warmer days
  • Pure and Simple Bistro
  • Pure and Simple Bistro

    The South contributes some of its most distinctive flavors to a thoughtfully curated selection that, for the most part, is true to the name on the storefront.

Music

  • CD Reviews
  • CD Reviews

    Reviews of albums from Ivory Weeds, Matt Haimovitz and Ucello, and Nancy Galbraith.
  • Sympathy for Scooby

    Jeremy Coleman's new album explores and exposes warnings against rock 'n' roll's evils, even as it reinforces its mystique, and generates a feeling of apocalyptic dread.
  • Saintly Celebs
  • Saintly Celebs

    According to music journalist Andrew Beaujon, there are two major differences between the Christian market and the general market: "The first is that controversy has a negative effect on album sales," he writes. "The second is that sex does not sell."

On Screen

  • Unknown
  • Unknown

    After a car crash, Martin Harris (Liam Neeson) discovers another man is living his life, right down to his wife and job. Lacking any identification, Harris commences to prove he is who he thinks he is. Something must be fishy, because Harris is being stalked by a dark SUV. (Prompting that existential thriller query: If I've ceased to exist, why are these mean guys following me?) Jaume Collet-Serra's action thriller is in the canon of classic Hitchcock -- the falsely accused man on the run while trying to prove his innocence. It lacks Hitchcock's finesse and wit, but hurtles along nicely on plenty of narrative intrigue and a solid performance from Neeson. The cae chase and brawl scenes feel shoehorned in, but the puzzle stays fairly solid. It's a savvy old former Stasi officer (Bruno Ganz) who knows to ask: "Why would they want to take your place?" Unlocking a mystery requires not a spectacular car chase, it seems, but simply the right question. (Al Hoff) CP Approved
  • Every Man For Himself
  • Every Man For Himself

    Godard, whose films are interesting even when (like this one) they're dull, is fascinated by the futility of relationships and the way men (mis)treat women, and he's anything but subtle about it. As much as he loves ideas, he seems to love the impossibility of love even more. You know from the start of Every Man For Himself, his esteemed and somewhat tedious and transparent 1980 film, that he's not going to lie to you. When the friend of a writer (Nathalie Baye) asks if her book will be about how things are, rather than how we want them to be, she says, "That wouldn't go down very well." She's just moved from the cruel city to live in the verdant countryside, photographed by Godard with more sunlight than any artist has a right to borrow. Her story complements and interacts with those of a prostitute (the always-mesmerizing Isabelle Huppert), and a brooding TV director (Jacques Dutronc), named Godard. We struggle to hang on, the writer reflects, and we scream to whoever will listen, "I am not a machine." It's hard to know whether to nod profoundly at this or roll your eyes just a bit. Meanwhile, the fictional Godard just wants everyone to shut up. "Even in a dream," he says, "everyone keeps looking for solutions." And by dream, of course, he means film. In French, with subtitles. Starts Fri., Feb. 25. Harris
  • I Am Number Four
  • I Am Number Four

    John (Alex Pettyfer) seems like a normal human teen, but he's actually from Lorien, hiding out on Earth to escape the Mogadorian invaders that wiped out everybody on his home planet. Ten Lorien kids escaped -- three have been killed, and now John is No. 4 on the hit list. 

    His latest refuge is a dinky town in Ohio (locations around Pittsburgh were used), where he chafes – with typical adolescence contrariness – under the protective care of his minder/bodyguard, Henri (Timothy Olyphant). Henri cautions John to go quietly about his life, lest they be discovered by the alien Mogadorians hunting them. But seriously: How could kids at a small-town high school fail to notice a new dude this good looking? Sure enough, he's almost immediately hassled by the jocks; flirted with by an arty A-list girl (Dianna Agron); and befriended by the school nerd (Callan McAuliffe).

    D.J. Caruso's (Disturbia) thriller is aimed more at teens than adults, but it was enjoyable enough. While not exactly subtle, I liked the film's riff on how teens -- especially those who bounce around or have chaotic domestic lives -- can feel alienated. That said, most miseries of adolescence can't be fixed with supernatural powers John has; on the other hand, most of us survived high school without little thought to being vaporized by an eight-foot-tall dude from a rival planet.

    The ending is an expected round of dizzying high-action battles, and introduces a new character and wrinkle with little preamble. But as a consolation, I Am Number Four suggests that film featuring other numbers may soon follow. In English, and some Mogadorian, with subtitles. (Al Hoff)

Art

Views

  • Savage Love

    A column on lady-parts ... with an update on Santorum, the frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex.

Books

  • Trees

    A poem by Rachel Hutchinson

On Stage

  • Churchill in Short(s)? 
  • Churchill in Short(s)? 

    Why would Pitt Rep bother with such pompous soliloquies?

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