If you ask me to rate this film on a scale of one to 10, my head will explode. Using such a system on any other film is problematic; using it on "Kill Bill: Volume One" (Miramax) is hopelessly absurd. With all the ferocious zest that Quentin Tarantino has invested in his latest project, including but not limited to its extensive genre quoting, idiosyncratic homages and unabashed aggression, "Kill Bill" will undoubtedly prove to be a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Let it be said that no number, letter grade or set of fat chubby thumbs will do this film justice.
by Bridget Nurre
"Proof," David Auburn's second full-length play, began its journey in a workshop production at Manhattan Theatre Club. Soon after, it made its way to Broadway, where it became the longest running straight play in 20 years. Auburn garnered much acclaim for his torturous tale, winning both the Tony Award and Pulitzer Prize.
by Jason Mogavero
The stage at the 9:30 Club was overloaded with gear for three bands. In a haze of cigarette smoke, the five members of ima robot, the night's opening act, meandered onstage.
My roommates are from the Midwest, and while I, too, prefer "pop" instead of "soda," there are some things I just don't understand, such as my Omaha roommates claim that "runzas" are excellent pocket sandwiches, and this notion of being raised a Cornhusker fan from birth.
