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Issue of 1/16/2008


Cover Story:



Sour CREEM
by Bill Holdship
The life, death and strange resurrection of America's only rock 'n' roll magazine: the first of two parts

Features:

Big bop for Dilla Dawg by Khary Kimani Turner
Mos Def leads a big band tribute to J. Dilla.

CREEM crop by Metro Times music staff
Selected characters from the seminal music mag

Drawing outside the lines by Rebecca Mazzei
Some Detroiters spray it to say it

Green horizons by Curt Guyette
Gas guzzlers and eco-consciousness

The 'bumblefuck model' by Chris Handyside
Quack! Multimedia's unconventional business plan

Columns:

Comics (Comics)

Dazed and confused by Metro Times film writers (Couch Trip)
TV tripe and genius, blood for cars and Bruce Campbell takes a walk in the woods

Food Stuff by Metro Times food staff (Food Stuff)
Full plates for local foodies.

Dante's journey by Jeff Broder (Grilled)
Vanelli Express maestro's classy carryout.

Reality bites by Jim McFarlin (Idiot Boxing)
Lines of speed drive the new TV season

Letters to the Editor by Metro Times staff (Letters to the Editor)

Jeffrey Morgan's Media Blackout by Jeffrey Morgan (Media Blackout)
You say hump and he'll jump.

Hear us knocking by News Hits staff (News Hits)
MT joins suit against Terri Lynn Land.

Tranny space by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Parking requirement raises legal suspicions.

Night and Day by Meghana Keshavan (Night and Day)

Blame the Dems by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
Democratic party bosses blew it — big time.

Geezer pleaser by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Should I help my 72-year-old father get with a younger woman?

Little Willie by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Readers sound off on size insecurity

Detroit, foreclosed by Larry Gabriel (Stir It Up)
Housing crisis hits the hood hard.

Reviews:

 Music/Books:
 No Reviews

Movies:

The Orphanage Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Laura (the lovely Belén Rueda of The Sea Inside) and her husband (Fernando Cayo) have reopened the orphanage of her youth with plans to provide handicapped children with care and teaching. With them is their 7-year-old son, Simon (Roger Princep), a fragile little kid with an entourage of imaginary friends. When a strange old woman-ghost begins haunting the property, the invisible companions become spookily real, taking on names of children with whom Laura grew up — even revealing to Simon that he’s adopted and infected with HIV. This sets in motion a confrontation with tragic consequences: The boy goes missing and Laura is crushed with guilt. Did he run away or is something ugly at work? Desperate to find him but running out of options, Laura considers supernatural possibilities, which lead her to unearth the dark history of the orphanage itself.

First Sunday Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Surly Cube and goofy Tracy are best pals Durell and Lee John, dimwit bumblers who want to go legit but can’t quite shake their petty crime habits, like boosting flat-screens from their jobs at an AV store. Their attempts to make a quick buck fencing stolen wheelchairs only gets them in even deeper with the loan sharks, and puts Durell in danger of losing contact with his son. So what better way to settle the matter than with more crime? The pair’s bright idea is to knock off the neighborhood church, which is in a blighted section of Baltimore. Trouble is, they can’t just snatch the collection plate and run; it seems the choir, the pastor and a host of parishioners are still hanging around the pews in the middle of the night. Also, it appears that someone else has already raided the church’s kitty. Hence, a prolonged whodunit and hostage standoff ensues. Based on this premise, the film plods along for what seems like forever, slogging from lame gags to even lamer sermonizing, offered up by stock black characters. There’s the snooty pastor (Chi McBride), his shapely daughter (Malinda Williams), the sneaky Deacon and the brassy Secretary (Loretta Devine), all ready to shuck and jive.

Youth Without Youth Reviewed by Steve Erickson (Movie)
The movie concerns Dominic Matei (Tim Roth), an elderly linguistics professor who describes himself as a failure. One stormy day in 1938, he plans his own suicide, but is struck by lightning before he can follow through. Badly burned, he survives the hit and wakes up in the hospital a changed man. He has changed in many ways: His bald head is full of new hair, and new teeth push out their rotting predecessors. He’s also a much smarter man; he learns Chinese in a few days. He’s living in a dangerous period too; both the Romanian secret police and Nazis are after him. But he survives World War II by living under a pseudonym, using his mental agility to beat the casino. As Francis Ford Coppola's first film in 10 years, the movie is an interesting, honorable failure sure to win (and deserve) its cult status.

For the Bible Tells Me So Reviewed by Serena Donadoni (Movie)
By tackling a hot-button issue in a calm and deliberate manner, director Daniel Karslake defuses the heated rhetoric surrounding homosexuality and Christianity, and allows the voices of reason to quietly, powerfully speak out. For The Bible Tells Me So is unabashedly activist filmmaking, but Karslake believes in confronting hostility with dignity, and using education to counter irrational fears. His goal is nothing less than to bring everyone into the light.

There Will Be Blood Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Daniel Plainview is an oilman; it’s how he repeatedly defines himself. Love, community, camaraderie; all these things are irrelevant. He cares about no one, possibly not even himself. He’s the kind of guy who, when a colleague dies in the oil field, he adopts his infant son, not out of love or duty, but because he sees the advantage of being perceived as a family man. He’s not unfair but he is merciless. Unfortunately, for all Anderson’s skills as a filmmaker — and he delivers one remarkably arresting moment after another — his skills as a storyteller aren’t equal to his ambitions. There Will Be Blood builds up an exhilarating head of steam only to run out of track in its last 15 minutes. After 2-plus hours of hinting that the Daniel Plainviews of the world are made of flesh and blood, it’s either a failure of nerve or ability that leads Anderson to sacrifice emotional revelation for a bloody and redundant exclamation point.

Restaurants/Places:

Frittata Reviewed by Todd Abrams (Restaurant)
Serving the omelet’s open-faced Mediterranean cousin, which is finished under the broiler and served unfolded, Frittata is upscale and family-friendly. The $7 house frittata is a blend of three eggs, caramelized shallots and white wine topped with Asiago cheese and roasted potatoes — simply delicious. For a bit more zest, try the delectable honeybee frittata filled with chunks of chorizo sausage, strips of roasted poblano peppers and cactus, then topped with a salad of cilantro and fresh greens in a small tortilla bowl, with a side of crème fraîche. There are several more “house built” frittatas to choose from, or you can create your own from a long list of optional ingredients. And then there’s always the daily frittata special. Open 7:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m., Tuesday-Sunday; no smoking.

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