I hate self-help books. Something about the chapter titles and the snappy lists makes my teeth feel plaque-y. I swear there’s something inimitably vile about self-help gurus; with politicians, for
What wackiness!! What verve!! Broken Sex Doll’s the kind of thing that demands a couple exclamation points. After all, it’s a sci-fi musical sex comedy – if it doesn’t hit
After Vitaly’s performance, we head straight to the bar, order something seasonal – an Imperial IPA, it turns out – and talk through the illusionist’s entire show from front to
It’s lucky Ghost and Sheek are still some of the best around. Otherwise, the show sure wouldn’t have been worth losing Thursday night sleep over. Our bad time begins in
The 2013 Crazy8s Gala Screening is the kind of thing that makes you proud to be a Vancouverite. Premiering during a time of tense economic uncertainty for the industry, the
To simplify to a borderline traitorous extent, Aristotle argued that a “thing” is more than the sum of its parts; a syllable, for example, is not just the individual letters
“Smells like f***in’, like some f***in’ piss, yo,” the guy with the gangster lean says, strutting to the end of the bathroom and back before pulling his shirt off and
As if Joe Wright wasn’t enough, the Danish, too, seem to have caught sumptuitis (sump-choo-eye-tis). Perhaps what keeps these films alive is the opportunity for critics to use otherwise largely
As the audience expectantly murmurs their way into their seats, Pieter Ampe is on his back on the hard floor, legs straight up in the air, feet flattened out above
After we have clapped, and TJ Dawe has bowed, and Donna with the Firehall has announced that talk-backs with Dawe and Gabor Maté will begin in about five minutes, the room
Stepping out of White Christmas’ heady, holiday-magic, simpler-times fantasy onto a rain-slicked Granville St. is a bit of a letdown. Christmas is a vibrant, pleasant little illusion, an energetic, extremely