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...hues replacing the enveloping murk of the series. The two stars smartly fill their close-ups: David Duchovny (Mulder) adds a bit of cowboy swagger to his Prince of Dweebs intensity, while Gillian Anderson (as Mulder's skeptical partner Scully) radiates a '40s-style pensiveness that alchemizes glum into glam. The characters' devotion to each other--a caring that stops tantalizingly short of sexuality--constitutes one of the great unconsummated marriages in popular fiction. And their wondrous solemnity is a tonic in this age of facetiousness...
What kind of parent intentionally glorifies guns to a child at a tender age? What kind of parent allows a child to wear camouflage clothing and carry a knife? What kind of parent is seemingly proud of and has glam photos of a child with a weapon? This is simply sick. KRIS SHARMAN Burlington...
...completely escape all the musical trappings and conventions that had him destined for the same great importance in rock history as Seven Mary Three and Candlebox. Instead, Weiland has decided to plunder the grave of the Beatles, fashioning an album styled to their late-1960s hijinks allied with the glam of 1970s David Bowie. Witness "Barbarella," the album's first single, and a seven-minute opus where Weiland throws in every studio trick the Beatles ever used, and then some. Unfortunately, Weiland has forgotten the difference between noise and tune--sift through guitars more processed than New York City...
...About Nothing," all awash in a swirl of percussion and spot-on "galactic surf guitar," mines the same glam vein, but with a new wave twist. Unlike the first track, it's got an actual melody, and the track itself wouldn't sound out of place on a Porno for Pyros CD. Given Weiland's voracious propensity for aping other musical artists, it then comes as no surprise that Porno for Pyros bassist Martyn LeNoble plays bass on most of the tracks, including this...
...know L.A. Confidential has ended when it is both daytime and not raining. In a fine version of the some-what beefy Ellroy crime novel ostensibly about a strange murder, director Curtis Hanson portrays the cool, brutal world of Hollywood glam and corrupt police in `50s Los Angeles with all its gradations of questionable ethics. Guy Pearce and Russel Crow turn in fine performances that give us two different approaches to policing, thinking first and hitting later, or vice versa. A reptilian James Cromwell and slick Kevin Spacey round out a fine cast and a finer tale. Could this...