Die Softly
Action movies may seem old hat these days, but they had to start somewhere. We go back to the pre-Schwarzenegger years, when a movie audience thirsty for speed and thrills could only turn to “My Dinner With André.”
Action movies may seem old hat these days, but they had to start somewhere. We go back to the pre-Schwarzenegger years, when a movie audience thirsty for speed and thrills could only turn to “My Dinner With André.”
Let the strippers go unpaid, let the motel rooms burn--rock's only as good as its most depraved leaders are terrible.
Every four years at the end of February, we've got that extra day. Is it special? Well maybe it should be.
Perhaps the only joy in making new year's resolutions is the variety of ice cream flavors it takes to break them.
When people can’t explain global warming or mad cow disease, perhaps they should look at a less than obvious scourge: the dreaded literacy plague.
Southerners routinely get trashed up north, where they're either derided as racists or hayseeds, or the offspring of siblings.
Will custom-printed cocktail napkins take this celebration to the next level? No one cares.
Urban character is easy--Chicago has architecture, New York has culture, Los Angeles has a six-hour flight to New York--but what about cities with zero personality? Let's say, Washington?
Mega-selling pop music may seem to be more about navel-sculpting than song-writing, but that won’t cut it for a stadium full of Shania Twain fans. What it takes to sell 19 million records.
We depend on our troops to protect our shores—shouldn’t our troops be able to depend on their weapons? A look at 11 deaths attributed to bad equipment.