‘Paradise City’ offers racing fun, more freedom
By RYAN LEVICK | Jan. 16, 2008My roommate loves living life on the edge.
My roommate loves living life on the edge.
We may not have gay marriage or a cure for cancer, but we do have at least one thing we've all been clamoring for: a television series spin-off of the "Terminator" film franchise.
Unlike Samuel L. Jackson, Brian Maddox has not had it with these mother… well, these snakes.
Stephin Merritt, the mastermind behind the New York lo-fi outfit Magnetic Fields, is attempting to be the new plastic surgeon of indie rock.
I'm not here to argue with you.
The '80s brought forth a slew of unforgettable fashion pieces: jelly shoes, mesh shirts, plastic bangles and, of course, the dreaded scrunchie. There are certainly a few trends from that decade that need not be recycled.
Step aside, Lauren Conrad.
In the beginning of fall semester, I told freshmen it is acceptable to do something sexual with another person when slightly inebriated.
Over drinks the other day, my girlfriend said something puzzling: "I like to sleep with my friends because I know them, but why do they always end up falling for me when I specifically tell them this isn't anything more than sex?"
While the reprieve from the Florida heat was short-lived for Gainesville, it's no surprise that the rest of the world is acting as if it was actually cold outside. It is January, after all, and this season's latest fashions include an array of the most stylish winterwear.
With the Writers Guild of America strike still in full swing, TV viewers are starting to feel the effects. Yeah, we've gotten by in the past few weeks with the holidays to distract us, but now that they're over we're left itching for a fix. So while we wait for a resolution to the strike, here are some fun alternatives for all you TV lovers:
Releasing a digital-only EP the day after New Year's, and thus neglecting the cash windfall of stocking-stuffer season, proves a curious move for any established artist, but downright shocking for a man as notoriously money grubbing as Billy Corgan.
"Hey, nice pants, faggot!"
Lupe Fiasco may have established himself as a skateboarding geek on his debut, "Food & Liquor," but on his brooding sophomore set, "The Cool," he shows why he is one of the most clever storytellers in music.
"Juno" is "Little Miss Sunshine" for 2007: a cute comedy with "indie" sensibilities that has won the hearts of both critics and audiences alike. The main difference between the two, however, is that "Juno" is actually good.
There is a scene in "Dan in Real Life" where one of Steve Carell's character's shrill, insufferable daughters ("She sounds like a tea kettle," to quote an earlier, better Carell movie) is pleading emotionally with him to let her boyfriend stay over. Once she uses the word "love," Carell suddenly laughs uncontrollably at his daughter's naïve stupidity. Not only is it the only genuinely funny scene in the film, but his line also accurately depicts how I felt watching "Dan in Real Life": "You've got to be kidding me."
"Hitman" is perhaps one of the better film adaptations of a video game. However, that is not saying much. It is quick and highly stylized but suffers from a lack of depth.
When you're home for the holidays and get to the point where you can't possibly stand your relatives any longer, turn to the entity that truly shaped your childhood: TV.
Editor's note: While Danny and I disagree somewhat on the year's best movies, remember he's the expert. Here are his picks.