Stories from the April 8, 2004, Print Edition
After releasing its luminous new album, Transatlanticism, last fall, the Seattle-based band Death Cab for Cutie is bringing a blend of lush vocals and delicate instrumentation to the masses. Just a few hours before Death Cab's set at the 9:30 Club last Saturday, I was ushered through a tour bus strewn with jean jackets and messenger bags.
About a month ago on the Metro, I recall reading an article in The Washington Post regarding the scientific advance of facial transplant surgery. It literally referred to slicing the face off one person and slapping it on the sanded down face of a patient far beyond the benefits of Botox.
The Prince and Me Once in a while a film comes along that makes you feel unspeakable pain not unlike having the entire surface of your body burnt by a candle, square inch by square inch. As this happens, it's not uncommon for your thoughts to turn to the small, starving children in Third World countries who could have had the money from the film's budget channeled into relief funds.
Ever wanted to see Chandler and John McClane in bed together? Well, yippie-ki-yay, motherf***ers; here's your chance. In the Warner Brothers film "The Whole Ten Yards," Bruce Willis and Matthew Perry reprise their roles from the original "Whole Nine Yards.
Cherry Red Productions has made something of a name for itself over the past nine years by being avant-garde and over-the-top. How appropriate, then, that the company's new play, "Cinema Verite," by Wendy MacLeod ("The House of Yes"), mocks the pop-art sensibilities of Andy Warhol and the culture that sprung up around him in the mid-1960s.
After seeing "The Prince and Me," I had an opportunity to join a conference call for college journalists with Julia Stiles herself, a fellow undergrad in her senior year at Columbia University. I was posed with a dilemma: how does one ask questions of an actress while harboring a disgust and apathy for said actress' new film? The answer, of course, is to ask about something else entirely.
Sweeping in from the West, Death Cab for Cutie converted the 9:30 Club into a sea of denim jackets and thrift-store shirts Saturday. The show went into the wee hours of the night but was well worth the sleep deprivation. A hush fell over the crowd, however, as Death Cab took the stage and went into "The New Year.
On March 7, 1999, the cinema lost one of its greatest and most infamous filmmakers. He was accredited with being one of the first independent filmmakers, his career spanning more than 50 years and 13 films, every one of them memorable. These films would give rise to some of the most notorious characters the industry has ever seen.
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