Larry Millett, who reads from his newest book tonight at the Mill City Museum, is somebody I sometimes envy. He has a few nonfiction books to his name, and they tend to be big and full of photographs.
A few weeks ago I mentioned that I listen to a podcast called “How Did This Get Made,” which celebrates, after a fashion, Hollywood’s big-budget oddities.
I was at the reopening of the Weisman Art Museum on Saturday, and found myself standing in front of a man of strong opinions.
“They have lemonade here,” he told me.
I think pretty much anybody in Minnesota would identify the Uptown Theater and its sister, the Lagoon, as being art-house theaters.
Ah, autumn, the two or three weeks of sweater and windbreaker weather Minnesota offers us before blanketing us with snow.
There were dancers, after a fashion, on Nicollet Mall yesterday and the previous day; they’ve shown up around town since the start of August, and will remain until Oct. 6.
In the world of death, it’s hard to be a superstar. Any little detail from the land of the dead is likely to fascinate the living, a fact that popular culture has capitalized on.
If ever there was a building that looked as though it should be haunted, it’s the James J. Hill house in St.
Brad Pitt is a character actor whom Hollywood insists on treating like a movie star, and it’s been bad for him. Some people can carry a film with the sheer force of their charisma.
It’s Friday, and that can mean only one thing: My Facebook feed will fill up with complaints about changes Facebook has made to their service.
I suspect I am predisposed to enjoying medical-themed exhibits, as I come from a medical family. My father, now retired, was a research professor on the subject of psychopharmacology, while my mother is a pharmacist.
Every so often I like to stop by comic-book shops and ask if there is anything by local authors and artists.
“Much Ado About Nothing” opened at the Guthrie last week. It’s a typically fine production, with the lead actors earnest and expressive and the comic actors positively balmy.
“Drive” is getting a lot of people excited nowadays. It’s a heist-gone-wrong film, mostly set around the Echo Park neighborhood of Los Angeles — one of my old neighborhoods, and I just complained that films rarely actually look like
It’s starting to feel distressingly autumnal out there.
I’m a bit of a Johnny-come-lately to the world of podcasting.
A lot has been made about the fact that the first thing you hear in the movie “Contagion” is a cough. But very nearly the second thing you hear in Steven Soderbergh’s disease thriller is the announcement of a flight to the Min
I’ll be curious to see what happens in the Twin Cities as a result of the Cowles Center. We’ve long been a town with a lively, inventive dance community, and each dance company has managed to build enough of an audience to support i
My experience of 9/11 is linked to theater. It’s just one of those coincidences of timing, one of those “where were you when you heard the news” sorts of thing, but I was at the University of Minnesota, where I had re-enrolled and w
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit of post-State Fair malaise.