History tells us that over the centuries, people have been inspired to take off across the world in hot pursuit of two things: God and spices. Portuguese explorers sailed all the way around the tip of Africa to get to India and its turmeric — so we don’t want to…
Since brothers Carl Almasy and Rich Coccaro formed Nothing Rhymes With Orange in 2005, they’ve been carefully crafting their image as a polished alt-rock, Britpop group that just happens to be hanging out in South Florida until the queen calls them home. The brothers, who look and sound like the…
Your lesson plan for Friday night’s gig at the Monterey Club will be a strange mashup of history and current events. First period will feature a rocking presentation by longtime local favorites Mr. Entertainment and the Pookiesmackers (they’ve been kicking ass in South Florida for a decade). Next up will…
Early man understood that a quest’s outcome was a deal breaker. Victory was synonymous with tribal respect, and when your tribe loved you? Well, the ladies and animal pelts followed. Saturday, you won’t storm a castle, hunt a bloodthirsty coyote, or slay a centaur to prove your mettle. But if…
Da-Da 5000 is six-foot-three, weighs 275 pounds, can bench-press 650 pounds, and has spent an inordinate amount of time hanging out in his mother’s Miami backyard. The guy loves his mom, but the real draw is likely the 12-by-12-foot ring Da-Da 5000 set up to promote and participate in backyard…
Brush up on your music and literature knowledge Jeopardy-style and blow your significant other’s mind at the Festival of Arts Boca this week. Along with free film showings, world-renowned talents will lecture and perform, including headliner Renée Fleming, the Grammy-winning soprano who will sing opening night with the Russian National…
Why is it that each generation of Saturday Night Live becomes a Mafioso-like family after the comedians leave the show? Adam Sandler (the don of the early-’90s) has only so many jobs he can parse out among David Spade, Norm McDonald, and Rob Schneider. But, since the don may have…
Booze can’t solve all of life’s problems, but at least the happy hour proceeds will go to Haitian relief efforts at the H.E.L.P. Event from 6 to 9 p.m. Friday at America’s Backyard (200 E. Broward Blvd., Fort Lauderdale). God bless the fundraisers where drinking is how to support the…
Last month, several reports had the Miami Heat getting Amare Stoudemire from Phoenix at the NBA trade deadline. The Heat was also in serious 11th-hour negotiations with Utah for the services of Carlos Boozer. Both deals, of course, served to show Dwyane Wade the team’s commitment to compete for an…
There comes a point in the life of a band when the dreaded h word rears its head. For those unfamiliar, that would be hiatus. When this happens, the band either comes back stronger and more focused than before or it quietly dissolves. Fortunately, for San Francisco’s Train, the former…
Detective stories imply that mysteries can be solved or at least rationally explained. Even the most debased example is a secular article of faith that also confirms a universe in which guilt is determined and the guilty accorded just deserts. Such are the underpinnings of 34-year-old Romanian filmmaker Corneliu Porumboiu’s…
Cop Out establishes its movie lineage right away, with a slow-motion toe-to-head tilt up, set to the Beastie Boys’ “No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn.” Black-cop/white-cop buddies Jimmy and Paul swagger stone-faced toward the camera. Director/editor Kevin Smith immortalizes his heroes as stock crime-flick badasses in their very first frame. Smith complicates…
When Joan Didion mounted the stage to receive her National Book Award in 2005, she might as well have been climbing Calgary. Never what you’d call zaftig, Didion was now almost gone. Cheeks sunken, hair wispy, eyes glued to a speck of space about four feet ahead of her knees…
American Buffalo exists in a world of never-hads. The grief of its three characters — half-bright guys spending most of the late ’70s doing not very much, hanging out in the cluttered front room of a junk shop — is for things that might have been and weren’t. Donny (Dennis…
Unless you’re a dyed-in-the-wool fashionista, it might be best to approach “Avedon Fashion 1944-2000,” now at the Norton Museum of Art in West Palm Beach, not so much as a show about fashion as one about personality. There’s personality aplenty on display here. Take Jeanne Moreau in a Pierre Cardin…
“It’s Dad. He’s got a knife.” So do many of the dads in the Midwestern town of Ogden Marsh, where men and women alike are suddenly developing blank stares and homicidal urges. The boy hiding in a closet with Mom, while Dad stalks them with that kitchen knife, is destined…
There are two opinions of Rachel Ray: those who simply dislike her and those who want to slap the “yum-o” right out of her mouth. Get your chance to do either (well, don’t actually slap her) at the South Beach Wine & Food Festival, which features celebrity chefs like Ray,…
The statistics behind sexual abuse are startling. One out of every four girls and one out of every six boys are sexually abused before they turn 18. And if anything can be more haunting than that, it’s that only 10 percent of this abuse is from strangers. Thursday starting at…
Over the past year or so, incest, child molestation, and refugees from Darfur have all been featured on the stage at the Mosaic Theatre. So it’s a surprise to find Mosaic’s director, Richard Jay Simon, greeting the coming of spring with a cheery musical revue and not a wrenching play…
Somewhere, there exists a dark, smoky bar with a jukebox that spins George Jones, Gram Parsons, Delbert McClinton, and Little Feat. And if that fantasy honky-tonk lights your Marlboro, you need to know about Honey Island Swamp Band. Stranded in San Francisco post-Katrina, guitarists/vocalists Aaron Wilkinson and Chris Mulé met…
Each and every South Florida sports fanatic’s got his own pro versus college fantasy. For example, who wouldn’t want to see a winner-takes-all brawl pitting the 1972 Dolphins against the 1987 ’Canes in the old Orange Bowl? Yeah, that would be awesome. But given certain deficiencies in current time-travel technology,…
Henry Rollins can be terrifying. He’s always angry, often tense. His ripped, sculpted body swaggers around like a mack truck waiting to decimate you at the next mention of Ann Coulter. He yells a lot. And his icy glare hits you like a hundred bloody fists thrashing about in the…
