People have been quite fighty about the subject of 3D lately.
Here’s my list of a few folks who merely passed through the Twin Cities area, but I’m going to go ahead and claim them anyway.
It’s apparently old folkie week on Max About Town. Yesterday I wrote about Koerner, Ray, and Glover, and today I feel compelled to write about Bob Dylan. Tonight, the Parkway is screening D.A.
I was, in my teens, what I suspect many become in their middle age: A Minnesota Public Radio folkie. For whatever reason, in my last few years of high school I started moving away from popular music to see what other music the world
“The Muppets” currently enjoys a 98 percent “fresh” rating on “Rotten Tomatoes,” which breaks down as follows: 135 critics have weighed in on the film. 132 have liked it.
We’re halfway into the newest season of AMC’s “The Walking Dead,” and last night offered up what the station was calling a “mid-season finale” — a cliffhanger to keep audiences interested as the show goes on a several month hiatus.
I don’t know how many MinnPost readers are going to be interested in going out and doing something arty this weekend — after all, there is a tryptophan coma coming, and it’s going to be a doozy.
I am not sure precisely how you get declared to be a “man about town” nowadays. I’m one, but I suspect it’s mostly the result of the title of my column, and it’s a bit of a misnomer.
I went to the first “Twilight” film when it debuted in 2008, not having read the Stephenie Meyer book upon which it was based, but intensely curious.
I think I have mentioned previously that I am an avid listener of the Judge John Hodgman podcast, and I have also discussed my great love for television shows that feature judges arbitrating cases that concern unpaid cell phone bill
I mentioned Japanese artist Yoshimoto Nara a few days ago, as several of his pieces are on display at the Minnesota Institute of Arts as part of the “Edo Pop” show.
I would be hideously remiss if I didn’t start out this column by mentioning that it is Give to the Max Day in Minnesota, a day that, self-evidently, I initially find exciting and ultimately disappointing.
A few years ago I heard an interview with Russell Crowe, which I shall paraphrase.
I was fortunate to grow up with a father who had a wide-ranging, eclectic taste in art. I grew up in a house that had a few pieces from the CoBrA movement, a few abstract expressionistic pieces, African ceremonial masks, Chinese scu
There is a lot going on that is worthwhile this weekend, cinematically speaking.
I love to write about the Oscars, but it’s the sort of thing that is only entertaining when there is a catastrophe. Left to its own devices, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will produce a show that is long, sober, ta
It occurs to me that I haven’t written about theater for a while, which is a bit foolish in a place like Minneapolis. Theater grows like clutter here, and must constantly be tended too, or it expands into every surface.
Like a lot of kids, I grew up reading comic books.
Minnesota is home to a peculiar sort of foodie-ism, one I associate, at least at its start, with Pizza Luce.
We must by now have reached the moment that The Trashmen predicted: At long last, it must be that everybody’s heard that the bird is the word.