Scott Harrison spent a decade promoting nightclubs, partying with the pretty people in some of Manhattan’s hottest spots. He gave up the glitz after visiting Africa, where he personally witnessed – and photographed — how the other half of the world lives. “I visited Benin and Liberia, post-civil war. I…
The protagonist of How Stella Got Her Groove Back had to go all the way to Jamaica to revive her fading mojo. So far we’ve saved $126.12 in our island-getaway fund. Lucky for us, we won’t need to travel. Alonzo Mourning brings Zo’s Summer Groove to our doorstep every year…
Sure, Sting seems like a peace-promoting star after penning songs like “They Dance Alone,” highlighting abuses under Pinochet in Chile. But bloggers say the Police front-man has been publicly mum too long about Castro in Cuba. Bloggers United for Cuban Liberty have organized a candlelight vigil at famed Cuban meeting…
Throb Thursdays is advertised as “the ultimate roller-disco club night.” When I imagined this roller-disco extravaganza, I pictured a packed room, filled with hipsters, all dressed to impress. Attendees are given a dress code: retro trash, disco punk, 80s glam. From what I saw, standard apparel included jeans and t-shirts…
Transformers twiddles its big, fat, stupid robotic thumbs for the better part of two hours before jabbing them into your eye socket and finger-fucking your brain in the last twenty minutes. Yes! It’s torture enough waiting for the iPhone and the second coming of Jesus without wondering when, exactly, this…
Still an all-American bloodhound after all these years, Bruce Willis’s Det. John McClane begins Live Free or Die Hard sniffing around a Rutgers-Camden parking lot and busting the frat boy who has been trying to cop a feel off of his daughter Lucy (Mary Elizabeth Winstead). Oh, Dad! Since much…
A blitzed-looking man stumbling out of a screening of this dreadful excuse for unromantic comedy volunteered that the best part of the movie was when Robin Williams got socked in the jaw. Couldn’t agree more, but if you like your Williams spewing rat-a-tat gags and substituting stand-up for acting, you’ll…
A probing autopsy of Rufino Tamayo’s work and life is on view at the Miami Art Museum (MAM), and it offers an incisive look at what made the controversial Mexican painter tick. “Tamayo: A Modern Icon Reinterpreted” marks his first major U.S. exhibition in nearly 30 years, and features close…
Chancer: Series 1 (Acorn) Available solely in the U.K. for years, this is a small-time release featuring a modestly big-time star at the get-go of his career: Clive Owen, looking all of 12 years old and 73 pounds, is a sacked investment banker who winds up in the employ of…
When Resident Evil 4 was originally released for the Nintendo GameCube in 2005, the game reinvented a lot of what had grown tiresome about the series. Most obvious were the setting and enemies you faced: Instead of the various building-overrun-by-zombies scenarios that played out in past versions, Resident Evil 4…
Baa Baa Black Sheep: Volume 2 (Universal) Baseball’s Most Unbreakable Feats (Shout!) Batfink: The Complete Series (Shout) Disappearances (Universal) Dora the Explorer: Summer Explorer (Paramount) Degrassi: The Next Generation — Season 5 (Funimation) Dream a Little Dream 2 (Echo Bridge) Driving Lessons (Sony) Eureka: Season One (Universal) Filmation’s Ghostbusters: Volume…
We walk around, absorbed in our own existence, our minds on some unattainable pot of gold. If we were left to our own devices, who would take care of the world? Not to worry: Fairies have us covered. “If you’re out trimming your garden or picking up trash, that is…
The art world can be so snooty. When it’s time for an exhibition, people get all gussied up to stand around with their noses in the air. Sometimes it’s best to simply appreciate art in its purest form, and to appreciate artists as the real, down-to-earth talents they are. Local…
When we hear a promoter rave about an event, he’s usually gushing about how it’s different from anything we’ve seen before. Then we show up and, $20 later, it’s just like everything we’ve seen before. We were beginning to get jaded. Then we met Andre Soul, who explained why he…
If the Miami fashion industry were a family, Rene Ruiz would be your sophisticated uncle who never let you leap into his arms, but was also never at a loss when you asked him all the difficult questions. About, you know, proper winetasting techniques, selecting the perfect stone for an…
Our fair city’s flag is appropriately flanked with wide stripes of orange and green, but instead of the palm tree in the middle, perhaps a more apt symbol would be a mighty construction crane. This particular bit of machinery has become an ideal emblem of Miami, with its constant tide…
In the history of product tie-ins, there probably has never been a match that made marketing execs cream themselves more thoroughly than Pop-Tarts’ sponsorship of the American Idol Season 6 live tour. Yes, Pop-Tarts. In case you forgot, those are frosted, high-fructose-injected cookies masquerading as healthful breakfast food. Frankly it’s…
Ray Milian is like a barometer of coolness. He’s a well-respected local DJ who was one of the original creators of Poplife back in 1999, when the indie world was still fresh and untapped. But when a scene gets too played out, Ray gets itchy to bring some new flavor…
Head case Frank Zappa warned us not to eat the yellow snow, and now a show curated by Renee Cagnina suggests the heavens might part and rain down urine. “The Sky Is Yellow,” opening today at ArtCenter/South Florida, skewers notions of perceptions and truth through two- and three-dimensional works designed…
Our entertainment on Lincoln Road usually comes in a more inadvertent form – watching hoochies on Rollerblades and taking fashion tips from the latest in doggie couture. But today we’re excited about a live performance, and we’re not talking about the homeless dude who rolls around in the fountain near…
Three o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. What are you usually doing? Downing coffee in your cubicle in the hopes of jolting yourself out of the usual midafternoon slump? Refreshing PerezHilton.com for the third time in the past hour? Looking at the clock and wishing it read 5:00 p.m.? Not today,…
Imagine you’re a gay male prostitute. And let’s say one day you have a break from all of your sexing, and you’re flipping channels, and you come across a televangelist preaching the evils of homosexuality with the sin and the Sodom and the Gomorrah and all that. You find out…
