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David Elliott’s Declaration of Pleasure
Following in trace of Mr S, all any reader could ask is that you deliver nothing short of your 'best effort", which was clearly, his standard. Best wishes for success. S/F GWM— November 26, 2010 6:26 a.m.
So Long
Duncan, Thank you for the many years of consummate professionalism. Here on the Left Coast, where far too many people with the attention span of a gnat cannot discriminate between a problem and an inconvenience, your scintillating command of the English Language and uncompromisingly professional reviews often challenged me to improve my vocabulary, whist saving me from what would have resulted in some senseless expense of time and resources. While not personally acquainted, your work has commanded my respect for more than 30 years. It would be a pleasure to make your acquaintance and thank you for a job extremely well done Sir. I do hope the Reader has the good sense to bid you a fond farewell and would be moved by my suggestion to hold a reception in your honor, whereby your fans could say hello, thank you, and be able to place a face with a name. THERE would be an "eclectic group!" Hell, finding the common ground of uncommon commonsense, we Coen Bros afficianados might make some new friends! Regardless, thank you again for providing a great sign of intelligent life within our community. You have been a decided asset to us all. May God bless you and keep you well. Best regards. GeorgeM— November 14, 2010 8:20 p.m.
None
While this ain't Nam, and there are rules here, perhaps there ought to be a new one: Anyone with an IQ lower than Duncan's should be neutered!— October 7, 2010 7:30 a.m.
Miracle at St. Anna
Racial issues were tacked-on, perhaps for the benefit of the milquetoast crowd of desk pilots, living insulated lives, who've never been direct recipients of blatant racial abuse, that permeated our society, nor have served in uniform to witness the same within the Armed Forces. BTW, having been there, war is hell.— July 3, 2010 9:01 p.m.
Sherlock Holmes
I mean like Scotland Yard, like Robert Downey Junior cast as Sherlock Holmes, like NO Way!! Alas, Mahbub Ali. What could possibly be next? Perhaps a bastardization of the Great Game? Conan and Co are rolling in their graves. No not that Conan either!— February 18, 2010 4:25 p.m.
Taking Woodstock
Do Not be Misled by the title. Taking Woodstock is mostly unimpressive and contrived. Viewers are drawn to the movie under the pretense of (eventually) getting to the event. Instead, the "centers of attraction" are hokey at best: The (pre-1970's?) Russian Jewish immigrant parents of a gay interior designer being stereotyped throughout and can only find laughter on pot-brownies? All-male kissing or dropping acid before climbing into a van for some bisexual cuddling? A tranny-security guard or a lone NY State Trooper with a purple neck-tie and a fresh flower in his helmet? Even though it's August in Upstate NY, nobody sweats. Sex and drugs were a big part of the scene, and while there was certainly enough fun to be had, it was really about the Music; and this film had entirely too little of it - not even enough (with which) to clap along or cheer. The duping of America continues! However, to Ang Lee's credit, the viewer does get some cues: Richie Havens, Joan Baez, and Arlo Guthrie could barely be heard and Ang provides some angst by short-cutting the The G.D's China Cat Sunflower. At the end, the only person laughing is A.L. - on the way to the bank. Do NOT take your kids to see this movie; instead save your money by hitting the library or renting the Woodstock movie of the Event. IMHO, the incessant, reckless portrayal of the maniacal, sometimes-here / some-times there. "eating dead, burnt bodies" Vietnam Vet was over-played and pathetic. S/F GWM— August 29, 2009 10:46 a.m.
The Soloist
While Duncan neatly covered the psychedelic aspects of the film, the protagonist's near-neurotic flirtation with an endless stream of personal shortcomings was noteworthy. Perhaps the Soloist should have received a secondary rating of MC, as a caution for those in mid-life crisis!— May 1, 2009 10 p.m.
The Class
Whilst I possess little comprehension of the French language, Duncan's scintillating command of English neatly captured the cinematographic aspects of the film. The Class was a fine portrayal of the challenges routinely facing immigrant students, whose disjointed lives on the margins of nearly any society closely parallel the absence of the story arc of this movie. Living in the bubble of SOCAL, it was well worth seeing.— April 16, 2009 5:26 p.m.
Firenze
While the food was tasty, the wait staff were incessant to the point of being bothersome. Distasteful, dogs were allowed to sit on chairs at the table during the dinner hour. Will not go there again.— March 29, 2009 2:53 p.m.
Viva la Restitution
Oh sure, the ever-sophisticated and well-educated people of El Sal and Guatemala have known all about the intricacies of democratic government for centuries. As long as we're blaming Pres Reagan, why don't we just blame Imperial Spain, France and Britain for screwing up most of the world.— March 20, 2009 11:08 a.m.