Like most soap operas, Claude Miller’s The Accompanist covers familiar ground. It is the winter of 1942-1943. The Nazis occupy Paris. And the ethical tug-of-war between the French Resistance fighters and the Vichy collaborationists is taking on ever darker tones. Still, director Miller wants us to believe that the problems…
You’ll never take Lieutenant Frank Drebin, the bumbling flatfoot of the Naked Gun movies, for one of the major thinkers of the twentieth century. Combining the cold solemnity of Joe Friday with the ineptitude of Inspector Clouseau, he scatters dumb non sequiturs like confetti in the streets of Los Angeles,…
Wednesday March 16 A great Dane: He’s not only funny and a fine pianist–entertainer Victor Borge is also a tireless humanitarian. This sly gentleman of the arts, who defines the oboe as “a cockney tramp” and bagatelle as “the lady speaks” and then breaks out into a virtuoso keyboard display…
The healing power of color provides a soothing tonic for gray March days. An extra-satisfying injection of curative hues highlights a CORE New Art Space show opening Thursday and featuring CORE co-op members Bari De Jaynes, Dean Habegger and Sandra Toland. Not all works were available for previewing, but if…
The first time I saw The Lion in Winter, it was the film version and it starred two larger-than-life movie stars–Peter O’Toole and Katharine Hepburn. At the time, the story seemed irritatingly antihistorical–ascribing, as it did, contemporary attitudes to heroes of an entirely different culture and time. I dismissed it…
For the oglers in the crowd, the attraction of John Duigan’s Sirens will be the movie debut of statuesque swimsuit model Elle MacPherson–sans swimsuit. For everyone else, there is no attraction, unless it comes as news to you that a straitlaced Anglican priest of the 1930s and his prim wife…
Well-heeled suburbia on Christmas Eve is not the most dangerous venue on the planet, but in The Ref it becomes “the fifth circle of hell” for a brainy burglar on the lam. Ted Demme’s bawdy domestic comedy fairly shouts “high concept,” and there’s no point in arguing with witty writers…
Shirley MacLaine may believe she was Dolly Madison or Mary Todd Lincoln in a previous life, but right now her only shot at First Ladyhood comes in a hot-and-cold comedy called Guarding Tess. The widow of a beloved president, Tess Carlisle is regarded by all America as a living monument…
Wednesday March 9 Instrumental to the case: A glance at the career of English guitarist Andy Summers will always include a big checkmark by the Police–the pop trio in which he made his name. But the talented Summers has long abandoned the simple formulas that worked so well for that…
Thirty years after her death, Marilyn Monroe’s legendary image retains its fascination and allure. Marilyn in her many guises embodies all aspects of The Goddess–virgin, whore, would-be mother, muse, crone. She symbolizes postwar America, fun and glamour, woman as sex object and vessel–and woman as exploited, abused victim. The arc…
We still pay for the Vietnam War. Tracers, now playing at the Theatre on Broadway, gives us another window onto that experience. A collaborative effort written by John DiFusco and seven other vets, the play is part group therapy, part high drama and part history lesson. The story takes seven…
Vietnam’s nascent film industry does not yet command the world’s attention, but in this country an amazing first feature by 32-year-old Tran Anh Hung may catch the eye of Oliver North as well as that of Oliver Stone. The Scent of Green Papaya has already won the Camera d’Or prize…
John Bailey, who makes his directorial debut with a sex thriller called China Moon, has been the cinematographer on such beautifully photographed movies as Ordinary People, Accidental Tourist and In the Line of Fire. It’s a good thing, too. The strength of this conventional Nineties film noir is its dark,…
Wednesday March 2 This one’s for the Gypsies: Pure, unadulterated spectacle is the name of the game tonight at the Auditorium Theatre, 13th and Curtis, where the seventy-member Hungarian State Folk Ensemble will perform at 8 p.m. The troupe of dancers, singers and musicians–direct from Budapest–combine whirling skirts, gypsy fiddles…
The word “thrash” brings to mind visions of stage diving and shrieking feedback. At the THRASH Open Show at Edge Gallery, however, the term takes on new significance. According to curator Sherrie Ingle, THRASH stands for “The Harshest Radical Art Since Hell.” But the art here, though outrageous at times,…
Sam Shepard can be pretty self-indulgent when he wants to be. States of Shock is one of those one-acts that seem to have risen out of a dense intellectual fog. The play is primarily an attack on war itself. There’s an indictment in it somewhere about the treatment (read: abandonment)…
You can romanticize the rodeo, as Cliff Robertson did 23 years ago in J.W. Coop, or you can use it to show how modern life has trivialized the mythic skills of cowboys, as Sam Peckinpah did in Junior Bonner and Sydney Pollack did in The Electric Horseman. But you can’t…
From the dark mirth of Mark Twain, to the domestic chaos of Kurt Vonnegut and Edward Albee, to the everyday dysfunction of The Simpsons, satirists have gotten under the placid surface of American life to find the demons lurking below–the idiot uncles and poisoners of pot roast, the third-generation addicts…
Wednesday February 23 Picture this: The Colorado History Museum has just the thing for all you Colorado history buffs: an ongoing Western Authors Lecture Series focusing on books detailing life as it progressed in our little corner of the world. Tonight’s 7 p.m. lecture puts William and Elizabeth Jones on…
Contemporary Native American artists face a strange dilemma. The same white race that tried to destroy them now wants to celebrate their dying culture–not to mention profit from it. Art that supposedly revives ancient Indian traditions, fulfilling the white buyer’s expectations of what Indian art “should” look like, still fills…
John Merrick had a terrible disease (never correctly diagnosed, but now considered “Proteus syndrome”) that so disfigured him, he was known as the “Elephant Man” to the society that first abused and then protected him. Victorian England could be incredibly perverse in a way we scarcely can comprehend. Victorianism brought…
For thirty years Hollywood considered sports movies box-office poison–even after Rocky Balboa went the distance with Apollo Creed. The American sports mania didn’t hit the movie industry until the mid-Eighties–about the time Resume Speed, Texas, got wired for cable–but right now the white men who run the show can’t jump…
