When buying a used car, punch the buttons on the radio. If all the stations are rock and roll, there's a good chance the transmission is shot.
- Larry Lujack

All Oscar, No Felix — This Year’s Show Wasn’t Half Bad For A Change

Perspective is universal. It’s everywhere. It’s everywhere.
Everybody’s got one. Everybody’s got one and it’s different from the next guy or gal.

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Review of “Amazing Grace”

Reviewing films and actually getting paid to do so is not the most onerous of pastimes. Still there are opening days — normally Fridays — when, all things considered, a trip to the dentist might be a more enjoyable alternative to the new fare being offered at the cineplex.

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The Electric Cardinal-Colored Snow-Flake Wauwatosa Missle Launch

Like Lazarus before them, U of L’s improbable, unforeseeable resurrection continued last Saturday night. Nothing helps the faithful sleep better than dreams of smarmy Tom Crean, the smirk wiped off his face, stewing in his own bile.

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Review of “Venus,” “Factory Girl” and “Music and Lyrics”

How and why the personalities of some film actors generally jump off the screen in an endearing manner is not subject to empirical study. It just is.

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We Can’t Let Go Of Anna Nicole

Some of us remain mired in a high school mentality. That’s my theory on why such extraneous stories as that of Anna Nicole Smith grab our attention and won’t let go.

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Lucinda — Forlorn But Still Movin’ On

At this juncture, several desultory albums down a different rutted byway, it’s hard to grab a hold of the anticipation that preceded Lucinda Williams’ long awaited Car Wheels On A Gravel Road.

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Review of “The History Boys”

There is something eminently disconcerting that occurs when plays are retrofitted to the silver screen.

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‘06 Forgotten Flicks And Perfomances

We’re just days away from that magical Sunday night when Hollywoodland is on parade, displaying cleavage, heinous tuxedozation and the coronation of yet one more Anglophile acting job.
Ah, the Oscars. Can’t live with ‘em. Can’t live without ‘em.

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Prince Trumps Peyton for MVP

It’s a sign of exactly how big Super Bowl Sunday has become, this movement to make the day after a national holiday from work.

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