The really late show
Movie: Who Is Cletis Tout?
Marking the spot
Movie: XXX
Review – Crashing Through
Artist: Beat happening
Review – Crashing Through
Artist: Beat happening
Box-shaped heart
Movie: Blood Work
The really late show
Movie: Who Is Cletis Tout?
Marking the spot
Movie: XXX
Raw material
After a slowdown from the sushi overload of last year, several new restaurants have opened lately in various parts of town. Gracing the dining hot spot of Sand Lake Road is a familiar name in new clothing: Amura. Owned by the same folks behind the cozy Church Street location, Amura on Sand Lake is upscale…
Review – Crashing Through
Artist: Beat happening
Box-shaped heart
Movie: Blood Work
City: Don’t feed the homeless
It’s early Saturday morning and already the dog-walkers and joggers are pacing themselves around the rim of Lake Eola. Years ago, the 23-acre park was home — literally — to a large number of vagrants and drifters who slept under azalea bushes that have since been cut down. Today, you’re more likely to find the…
It’s Crotty by default
Just two months ago, Rich Crotty was waltzing his way through his first election as Orange County chairman. Despite early, well-publicized screwups such as an anti-rave ordinance that read like a crackdown on dancing and his support for public financing to help Orlando Magic build a new $250 million arena, no one had challenged Crotty…
Abstract explosions of color
There was a time when artist Tamara Marke was afraid of color. Only grays, blacks and tans filled her canvases. Then, one day, she pushed beyond. “I did one painting where I forced myself to use every color I had,” Marke says. “I got over that really quick.” It’s hard to imagine her fear when…
Nuts and bolts
I was walking through a local park with my mother, a woman who, had she grown up in this era instead of the miserable World War II period, might have been a neo-pagan. They didn’t have pagans in the ’40s; they had cocktails, sweater sets and rationing. Still, having dismissed the churches available at the…
Love, Italian style
It was the scene you never thought you’d see. The date was May 9, 2002; the location, the Westin Grand Bohemian hotel. The occasion: a reception celebrating the launch of “Orlando Furioso,” an exhibit of works by 20 Central Florida artists that was destined for Milan, Italy. Sharing the spotlight were Orange County Commissioner Homer…
Players’ paradise
The game-playing fever that’s currently sweeping Orlando’s bars and sound stages is as easy to explain as the popularity of the song “Pennies from Heaven” in 1936: When your financial future looks darker than pitch, it’s fun to pretend that instant affluence is within arm’s reach. There’s no banking on a 401(k) these days, and…
The silent treatment
In June, after the British musical group The Planets introduced a 60-second piece of complete silence on its latest album, representatives of the estate of composer John Cage, who once wrote “4’33″” (273 seconds of silence), threatened to sue the group for ripping Cage off. But they failed, said the group, to specify which 60…
Slam, dunk, get drunk
“If you guys have a question feel free to ask it. The only thing we do ask is please ‘par-tain’ it to Challenge for the Children,” stumbles a slimeball with a microphone. “Don’t ask too-personal questions, like, well, you know what I mean.” Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before. It…
Corner shop calls to jerk lovers
Don’t be insulted if I send you to a jerk center. It’s not an insult, really, I’m doing you a favor. The little corner shop at 5921 Forest City Road (at Edgewater Drive; 407-298-5866) has hosted a wings place and several barbecue joints in the past. Now it houses Walkerswood Jerk Center & Restaurant, serving…
Washington weeps
How many generations of American children have been taught honesty and responsibility by way of the mythic example of the young George Washington? “Father,” he said bravely, when confronted with the charge of chopping down the cherry tree, “I did it … I cannot tell a lie!” There was no denying; no weaseling; no blaming…
Stop the Music
We all know that youth culture has already gone mostly underground. Even the most respected promoters run into trouble putting on anything remotely edgy for the under-21 crowd, and the word “rave” in particular has become a dirty word in the last decade. But you ain’t seen nothing yet. If a couple of extreme pieces…
