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Arts
Greatest
Albums: Black Sabbath’s Paranoid
Black Sabbath’s Paranoid is one of the greatest
albums of the twentieth century. I’ll be honest; I was a little nervous
about this month’s instalment until recently.
It’s not that I thought I might be running out of greatest albums. It’s
just that I couldn’t think of anything that quite felt right to do this
month... and don’t ask me about anything more on that, ’cause that’s
all I’ve got.
Then, I was at the Red Room with
some friends one night, when suddenly they started playing one of the
best-known proto-metal songs of all time, Sabbath’s unforgettable “Iron Man.” The sound
people at the bar turned it right up immediately, and everyone around
proceeded to rock out like mad for four and a half minutes, including
myself on a very enthusiastic and appreciative set of air drums. (Bill
Ward! Yeah!) And it struck me: this
is the one.
[full review]
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Why I Could Never
Really Write a Movie, or Kevin Costner, Beautiful Bastard
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Everybody talks about their
“great idea for a movie;” some people even harbour
delusions that their Citizen
Kane-esque masterpieces will one day be
made, and deservingly recognized by the academy. I’ve heard every friggin’ kind of crackpot movie idea in my day,
and I’ve proposed a few myself, although
generally in jest. And let it be known here that I’m not talking
about documentaries; there are a million topics to make documentaries
on, and these often get done for real. I mean feature films, that
have to be written and cast and what have you.
[FULL story]
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Hollywood
Drops Another Late Winter Crap Bomb
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Even as a big
comic book fan (BIG), I’d have to admit that the original idea
behind Ghost Rider the comic, first published in 1972, was not a very
good idea. I mean, a stunt motorcyclist sells his soul to the devil,
forcing him to serve said devil as his deal collector (and part-time
super hero). Some Hell’s Angel’s wet dream? Perhaps. The stuff
classic literature is made of? Uh, no.
[FULL
review]
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The UC Follies’ Nine
wows the crowd
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At St. Sebastian they never spared the
rod,
Guido, but in the music of the bells
at St. Sebastian
we looked for God.
The audience erupted in wonder
as the curtains closed on the first act of Nine with a final, choral salvo. Nine was an indisputable achievement for its full
two-week run as this year’s UC Follies production.
[FULL review]
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Not Just
Trifles, but Rather Discrimination
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Sunday, February 4 was the final
performance for The Graduate Centre for Study of Drama’s presentation
of “Not Just Trifles: An Evening of Two One-Act Plays.” Both plays
presented female perspectives on the early life of European settlers
on the North American prairies.
[FULL review]
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