By Nick Pinkerton You’ve probably seen the poster for Grown Ups, with its stars—Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, David Spade, Rob Schneider, and Kevin James—barreling down a waterslide. Or is the verb I’m looking for “coasting”? Grown Ups begins with a flashback to a 1978 boys’ basketball championship, where the starting…
Try as you might to avoid it, there comes a time in adulthood when you will absolutely break your parents’ hearts. For the supportive, rainbow-flag-waving parental unit in the Nicole Pandolfo play I Thought I Liked Girls, that moment comes when their young, single lesbian daughter comes home to tell…
Whether it’s crystal meth or driving fast, the quest for speed ain’t cheap. Unless, of course, you plan on sucking drug fumes through a pen tube out of a butane-torched, upside-down light bulb. But that’ll keep you up for days, make your teeth fall out, and have you robbing grannies…
Like any sci-fi franchise worth its salt, Serenity has a movement of cult-like fans. They call themselves the Browncoats, and they will be out in force at Cinema Paradiso for a screening of the gritty, award-winning blockbuster film Firefly, based on a canceled Fox show. Whereas the crew of Enterprise…
The Florida Marlins bullpen is an absolute mess. It’s written all over Manager Fredi González’s face whenever he needs to pull his starter and go to the pen. Basically, it’s like he’s bringing in Wile E. Coyote to hold the lead, and he inevitably blows the stadium up with his…
When it comes to recycling paper, plastic, and glass, the Solid Waste Authority could call us model citizens. But when clothing enters the picture, some of our ethical choices would make Ed Begley Jr. shove his head into his homemade solar oven and refuse to come out. Regrettably, when examining…
South Florida has all the makings of a David Lynch film — it’s an overwhelming blend of disturbing beauty and depravity that colors the landscape and populace alike. And who better to bring Lynchian surrealism to life than the local characters of Kill Miss Pretty? Kicking off the Southeast portion…
Once upon a time, heavy tattage was the exclusive brand of sea dogs, sideshow freaks, and antisocial slime. Today, though, everybody’s been inked. Your sister’s left boob is tagged “Property of Tito.” Your brother’s forearm bears a baby pirate with a kinky kris dagger in its wooden teeth. Even Mom…
The Poor House is the romantically gothic watering hole of downtown Fort Lauderdale. Years back, it was scummy and beautiful — and thought to be perfect as such. Then times changed, and there were some renovations. But, after some getting used to, the redecorating can only be seen as kick-ass…
With a dramatic, added-time goal in their final first round game, the USA has qualified for the knockout stages of the 2010 FIFA World Cup in South Africa. The team’s next match, versus Ghana kicks off at 2:30 p.m. Saturday. Please see our World Cup Soccer Bars Directory for great…
The Las Olas Association is cooling off the summer heat with a nice event, “Movies Under the Stars.” Last year’s event brought people by the hundreds with lawn chairs, blankets, and pets in tow to the Riverside Hotel’s Great Lawn. Tonight is a showing of Fantastic Mr. Fox, the 2009…
All right, let’s do a little word association, shall we? Here’s a couple to visualize: Japan and art. And your answers are… Dragon Ball? Pokémon? Legend of the Overfiend? OK, so clearly Japanese art history wasn’t your major in college. Then again, whose was? Perhaps we’d all benefit from a…
Sure, it’s fun getting the Rock Band together. You get to do your signature dance — the young Mick Jagger. You get to do your Gene Simmons impersonations — which are classic. You’re the vocals, the lead singer, the frontman — but, sadly, it’s been getting on your nerves lately…
A genuinely hip, thought-provoking work of art disguised as a doomed documentary resurrected, Exit Through the Gift Shop is not just the definitive portrait of street-art counterculture but also a hilarious exposé on the gullibility of the masses who embrace manufactured creative personas. It’s credited as a picture by Banksy,…
For more than nine years, the hipster hangout DaDa Restaurant and Lounge has hosted poets, musicians, singer-songwriters, and just about anyone who has something to say or play during its weekly Open Mic night. The event shifted from one night to another over the years, but now takes place on…
Art’s not merely defined by its final product — fine, performance, and literary art is art in the doing -— and that’s what you’re going to find at WeMerge Thursdays at Kevro’s Art Bar (166 SE Second Ave., Delray Beach). WeMerge is a local indie literary/art magazine run by local…
Fifteen years after ushering in a new era of CGI animation and 11 years after a colossally successful premillennial sequel, the Toy Story franchise returns to a changed world. Its irresistible conceit and snappy good humor remain largely intact, though now it also hauls a saltier and more anxious sensibility…
What might strike American viewers as the most quizzical thing about Looking for Eric, Ken Loach’s humble ode to soccer heroes and coming of middle age in Manchester, is not its footie fixation but the unholy fuss kicked up by the possession of a single handgun. Hidden under the floorboards…
Grinning into the camera, a young Mormon in a Prop. 8 commercial highlighted in 8: The Mormon Proposition gushes that her activism around getting the ballot measure passed (to restrict the definition of marriage in California to opposite-sex couples) “makes me feel American.” Diving into the grim irony of one…
Bracingly inept, Chef Boyardee spaghetti western Jonah Hex is the rare 80-minute movie that you can’t even call “taut.” Rather than teasing out curiosity about its outcast hero’s past, Jonah pelts the viewer with clumps of exposition, including a hasty comic-book-graphic origin montage illustrating the strange case of Hex (Josh…
The role of blacks in American cinema has come a long way since the stereotypical portrayal of African-Americans in D.W. Griffith’s 1915 epic film, The Birth of a Nation. In Griffith’s version of the Civil War and ensuing Reconstruction, black legislators lounged around barefoot, guzzling whiskey, eating fried chicken, and…
If you’re a metalhead, proud to rock those long, greasy locks that you bang ever so gracefully to bands such as Iron Maiden and Judas Priest, you probably were sooo pissed you didn’t live in Poland on June 16, when the Big Four shared a bill for the Sonisphere Festival…
