It seems you're using an old browser. In order to view this site correctly, we advise you to upgrade your browser, or try the free Mozilla Firefox.

Previous Issue  |  Next Issue

Issue of 5/26/2010

Cover Story:

Electronic muse No. 2010
by Walter Wasacz
Welcome back our friends to the party that never ends


A summer heartbreak soundtrack by Travis R. Wright
Broken Bells break it down

Band of brothers by Detroitblogger John
Detroit Vietnam vets build a home and stay there

Comes in colors by Walter Wasacz and Hobey Echlin
Shows you shouldn’t miss at Movement 2010

DREAM deferred by Robert Guttersohn
An immigration policy protestor from Ann Arbor faces possible deportation

Idol thoughts by Andrea Appleton
In his new book, John Waters writes about amateur pornographers, lesbian strippers, and Clarabell the Clown and reveals ... himself


Party on, soldier by Walter Wasacz
The Movement post-party scene offers a virtual grab bag of techno goodies

Backwash by Bill Holdship (Backwash)
Rock 'n' roll Yankees in the British invasion's court

Wanna be a millionaire? by Bryant Franks (Cheat Code)
So some guy nabs a million bucks playing a video game ...

Food Stuff by Metro Times food staff (Food Stuff)
From hot dogs to morels, this week in food

Letters to the Editor by Metro Times readers (Letters to the Editor)
Notes from our readers

Metro Retro by Metro Times staff (Metro Retro)
Looking back on 30 years of what was in MT this week

Motor City Cribs by Doug Coombe (Motor City Cribs and Rides)
Scott Lowell and Carolyn Howard redevelop historic Forest Arms

Toxic influence by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Bridge baron won't budge and exerts his influence

Night and Day by Megan O'Neil (Night and Day)

Nature betrayed by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
Scoring Lansing pols on the environment

From hot trannies to BDSM nannies by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Finding an MTF for a FWB, and how to properly cage your man while you're away

In these pages by Metro Times food staff (Short Order)
Restaurants recently reviewed by Metro Times

Time to get involved by Larry Gabriel (Stir It Up)
Good plans are great, but community voices need to be heard



Take a Ride - Marshall-Williams Reviewed by Brett Callwood (Record)

Friday Night at St. Andrews - Bizarre Reviewed by William E. Ketchum III (Record)


Shrek Forever After Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Allegedly the last of the franchise, Shrek Forever After isn’t as scattershot as the last installment, but it does labor through a mostly laughless setup before settling into a familiar groove. Living with his wife Fiona (Cameron Diaz) and his trio of tykes, Shrek (Myers) discovers that happily ever after isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Between the grinding routine of domestic bliss, the emasculation of fatherhood, and his celebrity persona, the ogre fears he’s lost his edge. Nostalgic for his days of independence, a time when he struck terror into the hearts of villagers everywhere, Shrek strikes a deal with the conniving Rumpelstiltskin (Walt Dohrn): one perfect day of ogre-ish ransacking in exchange for the day he was born. This sends him into a parallel universe where Donkey (Eddie Murphy) doesn’t know who he is, Puss ’n’ Boots (Antonio Banderas) has become a fat tub of lard, and Fiona is the warrior leader of ogre rebellion against Far, Far Away’s despotic ruler Rumpelstiltskin. See, it turns out this malignantly magical pipsqueak was thwarted from taking over the kingdom when Shrek originally freed Fiona. Now he has 24 hours to regain the trust of old friends and win Fiona’s heart, otherwise he’ll disappear forever, having never been born.

MacGruber Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
MacGruber (Will Forte) is a parody of the ’80s mega-cheese action idol MacGyver. He's a secret agent with a bizarre knack for improvising elaborate weapons out of household objects, but in every other respect he’s a huge screw-up. This not-so-super spy is a seething mass of macho bluster concealing insecurity, cowardice, incompetence, a potty mouth and borderline psycho tendencies. In classic action-flick cliché, his hard-bitten former Colonel (’80s tough-guy mainstay Powers Boothe) drags the defeated warrior out of self-imposed exile in order to stop the nuclear-missile-stealing madman who years earlier blew up MacGruber’s fiancee at their wedding. A bloated Val Kilmer plays that baddie with goofy scene-stealing intensity, and even his character’s unprintable name is a naughty joke. Along with backup from Kristen Wiig, as pluckily innocent Vicki St. Elmo, and the usually stiff Ryan Phillippe as a by-the-books soldier, MacGruber bluffs and stumbles through gags like distracting enemies by sticking a celery stalk in his butt, jamming soft rock ballads in his Miata, and indulging in a pair of ridiculously gross, sweaty sex scenes, one involving a ghost.

The Secret in Their Eyes Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Set in modern-day Argentina, with lengthy flashbacks to the time of military rule, Secret follows retired justice department investigator Benjamin Esposito (Ricardo Darin), who decides to write a novel about the case that’s haunted him for 25 years — the rape and murder of Liliana Coloto, a beautiful young school teacher. Transporting us back to the 1970s, we meet the friends, colleagues, rivals and suspects involved in the investigation, and learn just how tenuous memory can be. There’s the victim’s surviving husband, Morales (Pablo Rago), who desperately craves justice, Esposito’s alcoholic partner Sandoval (Guillermo Francella), his elegant new boss Irene (Soledad Villamil) and their chief suspect Isidoro Gomez (Javier Godino), a young man infatuated with Liliana since childhood. The hunt for the murderer follows in the footsteps of most police procedurals, culminating in a tour de force confrontation at a riotous soccer stadium. (It’s Campanella’s showiest moment and he pulls it off brilliantly.) But the story doesn’t end there. Under Perón’s government, the hunters soon becomes the hunted, and one more thing stands between Benjamin and Irene. Eventually, the past and present crash into each other as Esposito’s personal and professional mistakes become a poignant meditation on justice, Argentina’s corrupt past, and the love he never acted upon.


Prickly Pear Cafe Reviewed by Mel Small (Restaurant)
Prickly Pear which has been serving Southwestern grub since 1991. (Southwestern in this case means Tex-Mex plus.) Perpetually crowded, the cafe takes no reservations but will outfit you with a pager so you can stroll along Main Street until your table is ready. Many of the main dishes are familiar Tex-Mex items, such as burritos, fajitas, quesadillas and empanadas, which, as with all the entrées, come on a heaping platter full of tomato rice and baked black and pinto beans and salsa. Vegetarians will again be pleased with the nicely blended spinach and Chihuahua cheese enchilada while the empañada stuffed with chicken is enhanced with a toasted-pumpkin-seed cheese sauce. Nine Mexican beers, along with just as many from other countries, eight tequilas and, of course, regular and “gold” margaritas are what most sots select with their meals. However, the decent wine selections, many of which do not crack the $20 barrier, are another option.