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While Whitman also uses found sounds and environmental noise to compose “sound art” under his given name, his real claim to infamy is as Hrvatski. With that alias, he slices breakbeats in a way that sounds informed by both IDM luminary Aphex Twin and original junglist soldier Remarc, earning credibility from both music circles...
...need each other too much." While German aides say that Schröder would like to play an honest broker role between Chirac and Bush - one that Blair can no longer pull off - he would never risk a public break with a France that has become Germany's battered twin not only in the Iraq debate, but in many other controversies in Europe as well. Chirac has muted his position somewhat on Iraq, and no one is talking about a French veto this time. In Berlin, the French President spoke of a transfer of sovereignty to the Iraqi people "within...
When a TV show advertises itself as "magical" or "surreal," be afraid. Since David Lynch's Twin Peaks, the supposedly bizarre has evolved its own cliches. These were best satirized in the 1995 movie Living in Oblivion, in which Steve Buscemi plays a director who casts a dwarf in a dream sequence, only to have the little person mock him. "The only place I've seen dwarfs in dreams is in stupid movies like this!" the tiny actor says. "Oh, make it weird, put a dwarf...
...magical, surreal new drama, Carnivale, the first thing we see is ... a dwarf. Samson (Michael J. Anderson, of Lynch's Twin Peaks and Mulholland Drive), the manager of a traveling carnival plying the Dust Bowl in 1934, sets the scene: ever since God gave dominion over the world to "the crafty ape he called man," good and evil have clashed in secret, magical combat. "To each generation," he intones, "was born a creature of light and a creature of darkness." Now the goodies and baddies are preparing for a final battle. In one efficient monologue Anderson sets up the show...
...down Twin Rivers Road beneath the bellies of incoming planes, where the billboards all urged yanjing and the air reeked of roasted barley. In Dublin, Guinness anchors a working neighborhood; Milwaukee's Miller shoulders freeways and a ballpark; and in Beijing I expected industriousness to spill from Yanjing's kegs into the streets. Our cab would follow ant lines of tricycles, one rolling in empty, one clinking out full, past packed restaurants; and there would be Germans, lots of jolly Germans, licking foam from facial hair and shouting for another round. But the empty boulevard carried us in efficient quietness...