The relationship between great film directors and their actors can be perfunctory–Alfred Hitchcock showed open contempt for the succession of cool blonds ensnared in his thrillers, and entire casts quaked before the imperiousness of Erich Von Stroheim. But when kindred souls meet on the set, the bond can be mystical,…
Red is the final chapter of Krzysztof Kieslowski’s riveting “Three Colors Trilogy,” and if we can believe him, it’s also his swan song. But even if the Polish director of such art-house hits as The Double Life of Veronique and Red’s predecessors, Blue and White, doesn’t actually retire in his…
Wednesday December 7 Beethoven’s 224th: Who knows what leonine Ludwig might have gone on to accomplish were he still around to party–perhaps the great composer would have hightailed it down to the mall to boogie down on a bank of synthesizers. But as it is, 1770 was a long time…
Rivers have always presented a challenge for landscape artists. Their majesty, their mystery and, especially, their movement all resist a flat, two-dimensional rendering. Enter German artist Mario Reis, whose recently completed North American Nature Water Color Project used an ingenious method to literally capture a river’s essence. Since 1977 Reis…
They’re baa-ack–the original cast (save one) of Denver’s long-running Murder Most Fowl, that is. The play returns to the Avenue Theater this season as (A Very Merry) Murder Most Fowl. The plot’s the same, but the jokes are all new, and the interactive element remains the show’s primary draw–the audience…
No matter where you stand on feminist issues, David Mamet’s Oleanna at the Denver Center Theatre Company will tick you off. This is the kind of theater that sends you furious into the night–masterfully manipulative and absolutely scary. It’s scary because we know too much about propaganda–how ideologues throughout history…
The fevers of adolescence have fascinated moviemakers since Griffith discovered the Gish sisters, but the results have grown more predictable by the decade. Ruled even more strictly by fad and formula than other commercial genres, most Hollywood teen movies are dominated by raunchy schoolboy humor, sweet nostalgia for the verge…
Unless you want to feel dull and laughless over the holidays, beware the latest outbreak of Chevy Chase Syndrome. Trapped in Paradise purports to be a comedy about three small-time, big-city crooks stuck in a cutesy-poo hick town at Christmastime. But there’s never been much funny in the spectacle of…
Wednesday November 30 Feed the Meters: Truly, it’s hard to say no to any configuration of former Meters members. So tonight, when the Founders of Funk –with Leo Nocentelli and Zigaboo Modeliste, the respective guitarist and drummer of New Orleans’s celebrated rhythm-meisters–put that trademark chunky sound together at the Fox…
The fad of pigeonholing art into politically correct categories has created a multitude of interesting genres. Some are lively and welcome inventions, such as Outsider Art, Latino Art or the recent Reclamation Art, where environmentally contaminated areas are resurrected with the aid of public art projects. But few of the…
Whenever a great novel is turned into a play, something inevitably will be lost in the translation. When the play is also a musical, a lot more of the original evaporates into thin air to make room for the song and dance routines. The most one can hope for is…
Moliere’s Tartuffe, now in a searingly funny production by CityStage Ensemble at Jack’s Theater, takes on religious hypocrisy with such fervent zeal that it laid its original audience to waste. But then Moliere’s patron, the “Sun King” Louis XIV, was overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of the irreverent playwright and…
This is how Captain James Tiberius Kirk dies: He jumps across a broken bridge to retrieve a device whose function is too complicated, and frankly, too unimportant, to describe in any detail. The bridge gives way, and he falls into a ravine. Yes, Captain Kirk–the man who cheated death a…
Wednesday November 23 Touchy subject: Modern issues and sexual politics get an incendiary workout during David Mamet’s play Oleanna–in previews tonight at 6:30 in the Space Theatre, 14th and Curtis in the Plex. The work, delivered in Mamet’s shotgun style, pits a college professor against his faltering student–resulting in a…
Denver artist Louis Recchia’s raucous, jam-packed style has changed only slightly since he burst onto the Denver art scene in the early Eighties. And in Recchia’s case, that’s a positive: His trademark mirror-filled backgrounds, found-object tableaux and flat cartoony representations of lovers, dogs, ballerinas and everything else under the sun…
It may not run as smooth as brook water, but the production of Cole Porter’s Anything Goes at the Country Dinner Playhouse sparkles with the sophisticated nonsense that made all those great Thirties musicals so endearing. Andrew Lloyd Webber and his clones couldn’t pop a tune like Cole Porter (or…
Gilbert and Sullivan turned comic opera into an extraordinary form of satire in their time. Tarantara! Tarantara! at the Denver Civic Theatre is a gleeful yet oddly dark tribute to the great team. Plays like H.M.S. Pinafore, The Pirates of Penzance and Trial by Jury are still funny because the…
The third and fourth generations of “magical realist” writers and moviemakers may have strayed from the path lit long ago by Borges, Garcia Marquez and Bunuel, but there’s still a bizarre metaphor or two lurking out there in the darkness of Latin America. Witness I Don’t Want to Talk About…
Bridget Gregory, the scheming vixen at the heart of John Dahl’s neo-noir thriller The Last Seduction, is already undergoing feminist scrutiny, and her credentials are said to have come up short in some quarters. I find this hilarious. For while those breakout queens of the road, Thelma and Louise, may…
Wednesday November 16 Jazz on the rocks: Thought-provoking, avant-garde music hasn’t exactly been a mainstay here in stolid old Denver, but that seems to be changing. More venues mean more variety, and as concert halls blossomed in the last year or so, so did the fare. In that spirit, the…
When Marcel Duchamp found an industrial bottle rack and proclaimed it art, he transformed fine art from an activity for a privileged few to one that everyone–and almost everything–can play. Almost eighty years later, people still delight in “found” objects, abandoning the formal grind of academic art to celebrate the…
Farce can be insipid drivel or sublime madness, depending on the play and the wit of the director. Fortunately, Georges Feydeau’s A Flea in Her Ear at the University of Colorado-Boulder is more sublime than insipid, more caustic madness than silly drivel. And though this production can lose its way…
