The weather is warm and finals season is ripe for slacking off. Even if you’re sick of getting hit in the face with a passing Frisbee, or not pretentious enough to know the difference between a stick of wood and a croquet mallet, there’s still room on the lawn for some creative tomfoolery. So sit back, unlace your Converse and behold the wonders of freshly mowed grass.
By Madeline Reidy May 3, 2007
Known for her sultry, lounge-style music and soft vocals, Leslie Feist has successfully expanded her palate beyond the Starbucks-friendly Let it Die in her latest album, The Reminder. It still contains many of the slow jam, coffee-guzzling tracks that worked well in the previous album, but with a few welcome surprises.
By Madeline Reidy April 26, 2007
By Madeline Reidy April 26, 2007
An average, white-bread upbringing wouldn’t be complete without the cowboy dream. It may be as simple as that pair of boots with the spurs you saw at K-Mart, or those horseback riding lessons you took after you watched an old John Wayne film. Or maybe it is, as the exhibit “Jolly Cowboy” suggests, a complex mix of intangible fantasy and commercial delusion that has attracted hearts of all ages across the globe.
By Madeline Reidy March 29, 2007
By Madeline Reidy March 22, 2007
Big Love just isn’t big enough to conquer all the staples of a social drama—free will, “love thy neighbor” and unrelenting feminism are just a few issues tackled in this revival of an ancient classic. Nevertheless, the performances are captivating, and the script is tinged with enough humor and cynicism to redeem the occasional dragging monologue.
By Madeline Reidy March 15, 2007
The opening scene of The Lives of Others is austere and deadpan, an appropriate introduction to a film set in communist East Berlin. In a sterile classroom, secret police lieutenant Gerd Wiesler (Ulrich Mühe) instructs students in the merciless process of interrogation, emphasizing that only the guilty shed tears.
By Madeline Reidy March 15, 2007
Besides the frightening presence of Joan Rivers on every entertainment channel, there may be only one thing you can predict about Oscar season. Every actress on the red carpet is thinner than you. You can avoid this strange and recurring phenomenon by exploring the assortment of films offered by the DC Independent Film Fest.
By Madeline Reidy March 1, 2007
The snow was pretty for about an hour and now your ass is bruised from sledding on a cafeteria tray. You could retreat to your 80-degree dorm room and binge on all that fruit you sacked from Leo’s, or you could fight the winter blues with some hot cocoa and visual stimulation at one of D.C.’s warm spots.
By Madeline Reidy February 15, 2007
As I entered Flashpoint, a modest downtown gallery, I sensed I had unwittingly stumbled into someone’s home.
By Madeline Reidy January 25, 2007