Astroll along the Miami River one recent Sunday evening didn’t seem particularly promising. The rains had subsided, the river flowed calmly, nothing much disturbed the slumber of a rusting freighter slouched along the north bank. Over at Tobacco Road, the regulars were huddled over beers, largely ignoring a boxing match…
A little boy lolls on a picnic table in Elizabeth Virrick Park in the West Grove. Barely shaded by fluttering oak leaves, he waits patiently to shrug off summer’s high-noon heat, tantalized by the swimming pool’s cool salve of shiny lapping blue liquid. The dusty air is a little sour…
Judging by the plots of Julie Davis’s last two independent films (I Love You, Don’t Touch Me! and Amy’s Orgasm), it’s clear that the Miami-reared movie director/producer/writer/editor/actress believes wholeheartedly in finding that special someone, that perfect person, that ultimate counterpart known commonly as The One. Actor/writer Dan Bucatinsky, her friend…
It’s not every day that a play about death resuscitates the English language. The word wit as a noun has all but vanished from the English language only to be replaced by the shallower derivative, the adjective witty — a witty joke, a witty game show host, a witty comment…
Ten years ago, Robert Harris picked up the phone to find on the other end a relative stranger bearing extraordinary news. This man was at a film exchange in Toronto, where movies are housed and rented out to exhibitors, and he was holding in his hands canisters of film containing…
During this cinematic Summer of Dumb, it would be all too easy to celebrate half-assed cleverness as a virtue, especially when proffered by Bobby and Peter Farrelly, who elevated the gross-out to an art form (or, more likely, fart form) in Kingpin and There’s Something About Mary. Osmosis Jones, one…
They met in the early Sixties quite casually at a guesthouse in Saint Maarten. Both were at the bar by the pool. He had no idea it was her, but he recalls: “First words out of her mouth were: “A round of drinks on me, and don’t bother putting mine…
Lucrece Louisdhon-Louinis is surrounded by stories. They brought her to this country and have taken her around the world. nightstories as if they are past lovers: She knows them intimately but is not blinded by their faults. There’s Ti Malice, whom she describes as the Br’er Rabbit of Haitian folktales:…
Festering somewhere between an Afterschool Special and kiddie porn lies this frank but heinously melodramatic open wound from veteran Canadian director Léa Pool (Emporte-moi). Adapted by screenwriter Judith Thompson from the novel The Wives of Bath by Susan Swan, Lost and Delirious is about girl joy and girl sorrow, girl…
Sharks seem to be constantly in the news, which means dolphin are getting short shrift. Not for long, though. This weekend kicks off the eighth annual Original Florida Keys Ladies Dolphin Tournament, sponsored by the Rotary Club of Key Largo to benefit youth and educational programs. More than 150 women…
Although the benefit event called Tribe being held at Level nightclub this Friday is for the orangutans, the animals will be dreaming orangutan dreams long before the evening hits its stride with scheduled performances by disco diva Martha Wash and DJ duo Thunderpuss 2000. “Usually orangutans go to sleep between…
There is only one reason Jon Favreau’s new film is called Made. Not too long ago, his old friend and co-star Vince Vaughn called him up and told him, in no uncertain terms, “You gotta write something that can get made.” It was less a demand than it was a…
From Bosnia to Bessie Smith, Florida Stage’s 2000-2001 season consistently has shown how music helps shape historical moments and our lives. The theater’s final production of the summer, At Wit’s End, is no exception. This musical comedy uses live piano accompaniment throughout to re-create one of the most culturally vital…
What’s in a name? In Vivian Marthell’s work, quite a lot — of imagery and humor. While checking out “Intimate Addictions: Living Large in Tight Spaces” at lab6, I was particularly taken with butt-pops, as she calls these clever pieces made with beads and candy wrappers. Her chupa-chups and get…
Times certainly have changed. Twenty years ago a musical about an East German transsexual rock singer would have premiered in one of New York’s off off-Broadway theaters or cabarets, run for a couple of weeks, and remained the pleasant memory of a select few. But when John Cameron Mitchell’s Hedwig…
Matt Stone has little time to talk. It’s Tuesday, July 17, 1 p.m. in Los Angeles, yet Stone and Trey Parker have yet to finish a television show that will debut some 30 hours from now–an episode of South Park titled “Terrance and Garfunkel,” in which the farting, fighting Canadian…
The audience at the 26th Street Theatre’s production of William Finn’s musical Falsettoland can be as idiosyncratic as the play itself. In South Florida (and especially in Broward and Palm Beach counties), where theater audiences usually consist of retirees age 65 and older, a recent Sunday’s full house consisted of…
Get ready to sit. The busy summer film season in Miami continues with two remarkable events. The FIU-Miami International Film Festival will present the area premiere of Apocalypse Now Redux, the long-awaited director’s cut of the acclaimed Vietnam War film by Francis Ford Coppola. The multi-award winner featured those performances…
On his sixth interview of the day to promote a twenty-city U.S. tour he’s nearly halfway into, John Leguizamo recalls again his first paying acting gig: “I was like nineteen years old. I looked like such a punk, being the villain of the episode, pretty ridiculous.” The show? Miami Vice…
Sixty years ago a rigid waltz was considered proper on the dance floor; any sort of dancing that involved moving hips was frowned upon. Or so claims Twist, producer/director Ron Mann’s informative and often amusing documentary that combines archival footage with interviews to chronicle the evolution of rock and roll…
Robert Scott Crane insists he had no idea that people would be so fascinated with his famous father’s penis (or is that his father’s famous penis?). “We knew it would be big,” Scotty Crane says, “but we didn’t know how big.” He’s talking not about the member in question–of its…
The Mad Cat experience Here in My Car may not be for everyone, but it may be for you. The best way to tell is not whether you’ve acquired a studied cool or nerdy hipness; it’s really more a matter of semantics. To find out if you qualify to get…
