"A sinister cabal of superior writers."
Pat Padua bridges high-brow and low-brow to form a distinctive American pan-browism. He hears the voices cry out from the Western Canon to Justin Timberlake, and, with an arsenal of optical tools ranging from disposable message cameras to the sharpest Hassy glass, he coaxes out the voices with a visual acuity akin to shamanism. "A talented, if quirky, photographer," in the words of the Washington Post, Padua has exhibited his photographs in San Francisco and Baltimore, as well as in his home town of Washington DC. His astute criticism of music and cinema has appeared in the All Music Guide and Cinescene.com.
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I come not to praise the common man but to bury the celebrity.
Raymond De Felitta's bittersweet documentary is a fine introduction to an unheralded jazz singer.
Space Buddies, the latest entry in Disney’s storied talking-dog franchise, offers a cruel vision of contemporary dystopia.
Three women are tasked with fixing up a run-down house to raise money for their church.
A look at some of the cryptozoological-themed viewing available for the Sasquatch-hungry home.
