For a man of 50, James Bond is looking better than ever
By Devin D. O’Leary
This year marks the 50th anniversary of the James Bond franchise. The famed superspy’s first cinematic adventure, Dr. No, hit theaters in 1962. To celebrate, producers have pulled out all the stops to make Bond’s latest big-screen adventure his biggest and boldest yet.
A big thanks to Showcase participants and attendees
Winners and nominees—23 of them— rocked over a thousand attendees at five venues on March 24, 2018. It was a blast and we’ll see you at next year’s shindig. Here for posterity (and your browsing pleasure) are the winners and runners-up.
TBS’ new hour-long comedy is more or less Wedding Crashers and The Wedding Singer crudely sewn onto an episode of “Glee” with those big, Frankenstein-style stitches. Ignore the scars, though, and you might discover an amiably raunchy musical comedy with which to while away a boring Saturday night.
Bit characters from Hamlet wander to their demise at Theatre X
By Leigh Hile
This is no spoiler: “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.” An ambassador from England announces this at the end of Hamlet and this masterpiece from Tom Stoppard. Anyone who is familiar with Hamlet or has even read the title of Stoppard's classic absurdist drama has a pretty good idea of where they play's action is headed. Even the protagonists, at various turns in the story, know they're going to die, though they either forget or willfully ignore the information upon receiving it every time.
KNME-5 hosts a screening of Ken Burns’ old-timey documentary series “The Dust Bowl.” Swing by the African American Performing Arts Center (310 San Pedro NE) at 7 p.m. on Friday, Nov. 2 to see the show’s first episode, which was partially shot in New Mexico.
Starting early in evening, your television will be a sea of pundits in red or blue ties showing off a string of slowly accruing exit poll numbers and electoral college counts. Devin O’Leary provides a few basic tips on how to survive without going crazy.
Daniella Martin, writer of the Girl Meets Bug blog, spills about the origins of her passion for eating bugs, her favorite recipe and which critters she thinks a first-time entomophag should start with.
Among the books often labeled unfilmable is David Mitchell’s 2004 sci-fi hexaptych Cloud Atlas. Somebody finally decided to wrestle that tiger, though, and the results are structurally (if not always emotionally) miraculous—a $100 million genre-hopping art house blockbuster in search of a sympathetic audience.
During hectic election seasons when they’re likely slammed with questions, the voice on the other end of the line is always ready to help us out. Maybe that doesn’t seem exceptional, but trust us: Prompt, accurate info is not the norm among governmental agencies.
Though we’re not crazy about the Municipal Bond Question that gives $50 million to the mega Paseo construction project, the Alibi supports almost all of the other bonds on the ballot. Bond Questions A, B and C allow for improvements to senior citizen facilities, libraries and higher education improvements.
Louie’s Rock-N-Reels, Albuquerque’s longtime purveyor of awesome movie memorabilia, suffered a break-in late last month. Owner Louie Torres says several of his most prized items disappeared during the burglary. This is lousy news and not just because it takes money from the pockets of a hardworking local businessman. It also deprives Albuquerque’s movie fans of the opportunity to purchase their own piece of movie history.
Every fall, casual viewers and industry insiders alike engage in a little game. They try to guess which of the new TV shows is so bad or so badly placed (or both) that it will be the first to get canceled. If, for fall 2012, you put your money on CBS’ “Jersey Shore”-meets-“Ally McBeal” show “Made in Jersey,” then consider yourself an ace prognosticator. Less than four weeks into the new season, CBS executives gave the low-rated Friday night show the ax.
The premise may sound familiar as our real presidential election approaches, but this piece written by David Mamet is so absurd and pointless that it fails to connect to anything bearing resemblance to reality.