Founded in 2011 by the phenomenally talented Emily Gualtieri and David Albert-Toth, the bilingual young company Parts+Labour_Danse premiered their outstanding new creation, In Mixed Company, at the Monument-National, preceded by a reprise of the solo performance La Chute.
What better way to pass a rainy, windy Halloween evening than sitting in the intimate Salle Bourgie listening to haunting and evocative Persian melodies. As part…
Montreal-based artist and writer Joe Ollmann returns with Science Fiction, a graphic novel that more or less follows the same thread as his highly successful 2010 Mid-Life. However, Mark, the protagonist in his new work, is facing a mid-life crisis that’s out of this world – or so Mark thinks. After watching a bad sci-fi movie with his girlfriend, Sue, Mark suddenly finds himself in the fetal position, grappling with repressed memories of his abduction by aliens when he was in college.
When we talk about the success or failure of a film, all too often we are implicating the strength of the script — the narrative choices made within the film and the effectiveness of the dialogue. In this auteur-driven age, we are apt to place the burden of responsibility on the shoulders of the director. However, most directors are simply craftsmen confined by the parameters of the script. In light of this, it is surprising that, aside from Charlie Kaufman and a precious few, screenwriters are a generally undervalued group. The Counselor is an excellent example of the difference a scriptwriter can have on a film.
In 1990, the US Supreme Court granted a patent on a mouse. I was in attendance at a major environmental conference in Vancouver when that decision came down and we were shocked. Can anyone own a life form? Would ownership evolve from rodents to bovines to, gasp, humans? And what is life anyways?
If I had had 6 slots instead of 5 when I initially wrote my first New Psych article, the Wavves would have been on it. The Wavves are the epitome of sun-drenched stoner rock, conjuring images of skateboarding, surfing and endless summers at the beach. Their exclusion from that list was a major impetus for me to add this second instalment.
POLITICS. In this mayoralty race urban agriculture has hardly been on the lips of the front-runners. When asked by a Radio Canada journalist if he composts, Denis Coderre quipped: “I eat my compost,” a one liner that surely sums up his party’s well thought out environmental program.
Let us just say that this reviewer has never been a fan of hip hop. It was only fair then that I brought with me an aspiring actor who is. That said, I realized pretty quickly that this play was so much more than a musical. It had all the dramatic structure and passion of a great tragedy.
The last time we saw Benedict Cumberbatch, he was maniacally driving a burning starship into a centre of military power. It might be said that his character in The Fifth Estate is up to much the same thing, though arguably with a bit less wrath than is summoned by Star Trek’s arch villain, Khan.
Although there has been a cornucopia of talented black actors in film since the early days of Paul Robeson, black directors are something of a rarity.…
Michael Hingston is a writer who knows what he wants in a book. As he should – he’s been reviewing books for several years for the National Post, the Globe and Mail, and the Edmonton Journal. But while developing good critiques is an art in itself, crafting stories is, to employ an under-used expression, quite a different kettle of fish. It was with some relief and much delight that The Dilettantes, Hingston’s first novel, proved to be an uproarious and thoroughly readable debut, one this reviewer isn’t hesitating to recommend.
If you haven’t yet experienced the raunchy blues sound of Head of the Herd, you might want to head over to Petit Campus on November 10…
ART. NEIGHBOURHOOD. This is decidedly the most literal season. Though we can call it Autumn, we know it as Fall or Fall-time.
In a few weeks I will be wrapping up a trilogy of film reviews of South-Korea-invades-Hollywood. Interestingly, I could easily begin a new series entitled Quebec-invades-Hollywood with Villeneuve’s Prisoners, Jean-Marc Vallée’s The Dallas Buyers Club, and Ken Scott’s Delivery Man. However, fans of Quebec cinema shouldn’t be at all surprised by this turn of events. With the critical and commercial success of films like Villeneuve’s Incendies, Vallée’s Cafe de Flore, and Scott’s Starbuck, it was only a matter of time before Hollywood sniffed blood.
Does Montreal’s Anglo theatre scene crave glamour? You bet. Some 230 artists, critics, friends and loved ones gathered last night in the sumptuous Rialto Theatre for the first annual META ceremony. Tuxedos and gowns were in abundance. Either a lot of people on the indie scene have secret lives, or they’ve kept the costumes from a slew of fancy plays.