Talking heads sully Julian Temple's new Joe Strummer doc
It's fitting that Julian Temple's latest documentary begins like so many other zombie movies. As the credits roll over black, overlapping radio voices interrupt each other in different languages, each one announcing the death around which the rest of the film will gravitate.
After three unsettling months of marching around Paramount studios, the Writers Guild of America strike has finally come to an end. Considering that the Academy Awards show is less then two weeks away, the end of the strike could not have come at a better time.
Gilberto Gil on digital culture and politics
Digital culture can help promote political change, claimed Brazilian Minster of Culture and Grammy award-winning singer-songwriter Gilberto Gil in a lecture last Friday at the Omni Hotel. Speaking about the role of mass media in today's society, Gil offered a refreshing perspective on Internet rights, copyright and digital culture.
Christensen stiff as ever in lead role
David Rice's childhood resembles any superhero's home life: he doesn't have any friends in school and his mother left him at age five with a drunk and abusive father. Thankfully, Rice has the uncanny ability to teleport and therefore splits the first chance he gets.
Psychedelic indie-rock band Black Mountain, though not exactly a head-banger's delight, radiates power in their 1970s metal-style music. The young five-person band from Vancouver, B.C. is at the beginning of what could be a very successful music career and will be making their first big-time appearance on the Conan O'Brien show on Feb.
Local comic to close world tour at Comedyworks
Montreal-born comedian Sugar Sammy has found himself on a pretty wild ride during the past few years. Voted Montreal's favourite comedian three years running by the Montreal Mirror, there's no corner of the globe he's left untouched in his touring schedule, having performing in venues as far away as Ireland, Holland, Hong Kong, Los Angeles and Dubai.
Out to Lunch. Excuse me While I do the Boogaloo. Acid jazz often has the habit of becoming background music. Go to any posh bar or restaurant and you are pretty much promised the sound of reverbed horns over electronic beats, though you probably won't be listening very closely.