Almost weekly, Triniman catches new movies, and adds one or two CDs to his collection. Due to time constraints, he blogs about only 5% of the CDs, books and DVDs that he purchases. Holed up in the geographic centre of North America, the cultural mecca of Canada, and the sunniest city north of the 49th, Winnipeg, Triniman blogs a bit when he's not swatting mosquitoes, shovelling snow or golfing.
There is too much unnecessary dialogue and too much lowest common denominator humour to give this picture anything other than an artificial heart.
Every month, I read many music magazines. Several of them have sampler CDs that have both known and lesser-known artists. There’s nothing like the sense of discovery you feel when you stumble across a great song, for the first time. This column covers my sense of discovery of the tracks that made a strong impression on me.
This is a refreshing, “story within a story” film that is compelling to watch, even with the sub-titles. It features a knock out performance by Gael Garcia Bernal, last seen in The Motorcycle Diaries as Ernesto Guevara.
Several Arab Americans, some full citizens, some not, tell their stories about how they were picked up by the police, questioned and thrown into detention, sometimes for over a year.
The naked honesty in this film is stunning. It’s all captured here, warts and all, allegations and denials, the ugliness and the unconditional love.
Remember the first Die Hard film that catapulted Bruce Willis to stardom 17 years ago? Don’t believe the hype that Hostage even begins to compare to it.
Producer-manager and now academic Sandy Pearlman has an outrageous idea for saving the recording indudstry by making millions from untapped resources.
Look out America. I won’t be surprised if Michael Kaeshammer becomes the next jazz superstar.