What is fast food to a redneck? Hitting a dear at 65 mph.I like White Castle but White Castle doesn't like me. ~Craig Hopson, chef at Le Cirque, N.Y.C.After watching sales falling off for three straight months at Kentucky Fried Chicken, the Colonel calls up the Pope and asks for a favor.The Pope say ... More >>
In theaters Friday.
Miami's historic Coppertone Girl sign-- a 50's-era landmark that depicts the company's logo of a terrier of some sort pulling down the bathing suit of a little girl, which somehow has something to do with sunblock, is being resurrected tonight. The sign was first planted on a building at NW 54th in ... More >>
With its secret boys' club and bloody good fun, Wanted has all of the fight with none of the guilt.
A filmmaker's exposé peeves the sugar powers.
Pan American Art Projects alights in Wynwood
"You are sanctioning further police corruption"
Wine and other spirits intrigue while Iman slightly disappoints
"It's time to clean house. Doesn't Miami deserve better?"
Another Evita in another hall
Van Helsing explodes movie legends with hip upgrades
Musician has salve for every sorrow
Cowboy kicks on Route 66
Alvarez Guedes: A Jewish existentialist philosopher trapped in a Cuban mind
Welcome to the world of Anastasia Monster of Art, where low art and the high life meet in an orgy of self-glorified kitsch
From his modest headquarters in Little Haiti, polka legend Li'l Wally Jagiello spreads happiness the world over
In a world of jejune and glossy piffle, publisher Franco Pizzorni's screeds distinguished Fashion Spectrum
Unrepentant leftist, friend to Castro, and loyal Cuban, Max Lesnik continues to defy the ideological mandates of el exilio
March 26-April 1, 1998
Wouldn't you love to rub shoulders with a man who has been knighted by the Queen of England, honored by the Pope, and appointed our local Liberian ambassador? Of course you would!
The bumper stickers are everywhere. The banners can't be missed. Dade County is a veritable vision in Love Your Neighbor regalia. But is everyone out there really happy?
Cover your ears or bask in the blare. Miami avant-skronkers Harry Pussy, Rat Bastard, and Tom Smith's To Live and Shave in L.A. have launched an audacious aural assault on the senses. But is anyone out there listening?
Michael Aller can smooth-talk with the best of them. His political friends in Miami Beach love him for it. His creditors don't.