At this point in the game, you know what you’re getting when you sit down to a Woody Allen film. Just as the opening credits are always in Windsor Light Condensed and classical jazz music comprises the soundtrack, the narrative preoccupations of a Woody Allen film are always the same. There’s usually a neurotic white man terrified of the meaninglessness of existence but who nevertheless espouses his nihilism at every turn and makes witty declarations about the boors surrounding him. There’s screwball repartee between the romantic leads, who are usually of vastly different ages, and an assortment of cultured friends who wax philosophical on classical music and the nature of art. If you’re aware of all these conventions going in, it’s hard to be too disappointed (or excited) by a new Allen film. They’re a familiar middlebrow meal, and if you enjoyed the recipe the last time around, there’s no reason this time will disappoint. Thus, Magic in the Moonlight is a good time, but in that familiar Woody Allen way that doesn’t say anything new about the world as he sees it.
It’s time again for Summer Invasion, where big name acts like Hedley, Swollen Members and Grandtheft will take the festival stage in Wascana. But this time you’re going to see some local talent warming up for these musicians — this year’s Battle of the Bands grand prize winners.
Yesterday we lost one of the greats. I don’t think there’s a single person reading The Rooster who wasn’t touched by Robin Williams at some point in his or her life, especially during childhood. Whether it was seeing Aladdin for the first time and marveling at the spontaneous wit a blue genie could spout off, or discovering Williams’s stand-up when approaching adulthood and realizing just why your parents thought he was the funniest man alive, or seeing his face for the first time under layers of makeup in Mrs. Doubtfire, Robin Williams was there, somewhere, making us laugh, making us cry, making us laugh while crying or cry while laughing.
“Sometimes I feel like I’m 6,” Serena Ryder confessed giddily about three-quarters of the way through her electric set last of soulful power alt-pop night at the Burton Cummings Theatre. Her youthful inclinations are apparent in her energy and enthusiasm, but her performance shows all the marks of a professional.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this summer’s crop of films has been lacklustre. Edge of Tomorrow is the undisputed champion of the summer in my books, Lucy is a gonzo extravaganza, and Guardians of the Galaxy is an irreverent blast. But none of these films are comedies. In fact, the summer of 2014 has been extremely lacking in comedies. Neighbors came out back in May and June had 22 Jump Street, but aside from these two notable films, there’s been nothing to really get the stomach muscles working. That’s why this August (which is shaping up to be a cinematic wasteland) I recommend people head to Netflix to check out Alan Partridge, a hilarious British comedy starring Steve Coogan as a egocentric radio host.
Marvel Studios has done an amazing job of bringing their comic book universe to the big screen so far, with some hard-working summer blockbusters like Captain America and The Avengers. Turning B-tier heroes like Iron Man and Thor into household names was admirable, but taking on Guardians of the Galaxy, a fairly obscure title, was a helluva gamble for the venerable studio. Even more unorthodox was bringing aboard director James Gunn, who came up with Troma and went on to make great little B-movies like Slither and Super (another take on the superhero genre). And yet, Guardians blew the doors off the box office, making nearly $100 million on its opening weekend. So perhaps, hiring Gunn was not such a weird decision after all — who better to bring a more offbeat property to the mainstream than a weirdo like Gunn who understands B-movies, comic book tropes, and humour?
Patio season is in full swing, and what could be better than eating delicious food and drinking cocktails in the sunshine? Listening to live music while you do it of course! On August 6th at 9:30pm our patio will be host to local folk artist, Alissa Arnason. Her debut album, “Stone & Feather”, will be released that day, following the release of the digital download on Friday, August 1st.
Global warming and environmental catastrophes took a leap into insanity just over a year ago, when the coastal city of Los Angeles was hit with…a sharknado. Yup, it’s exactly what it sounds like — a tornado, but with sharks in it. Okay, in reality, it was a movie that you’ve must have heard of by now (or you’re living at the bottom of a shark-infested ocean).
Tomorrow (Thursday July 31) is the last day to enter the Regina Folk Festival’s official contest and if you haven’t done so already, now’s the time. It has a pretty sweet prize package worth a whopping $1300 and I think you’re gonna wanty wanty. Here’s a reminder of the deets, and some quick reasons why you’ll want to attend this awesome Queen City festival!
To call a movie like Lucy dumb is beside the point. Just as director Luc Besson smashes together images of Scarlett Johansson as an unawares drug mule in Taipei with nature footage of cheetahs stalking a gazelle or a mousetrap luring a small rodent with cheese, Lucy smashes together a Eurotrash action thriller with the world’s most ridiculous reimagining of 2001: A Space Odyssey. It’s a film that transcends simple description by creating one of this decade’s most bizarre cinematic concoctions.