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Issue of 7/30/2008

Cover Story:

Meat of the matter
by Jim Motavalli
To fight global warming, don't just drive a Prius, ditch those burgers


City mission by Detroitblogger John
Young Mormons on the move

Clearing the air by Curt Guyette
Mixed news for incinerator foes

Now you see it by Glen Mannisto
Kenro Izu documents the ravages of time — and more

Pop kisses with a twist by Hobey Echlin
PAS/CAL delivers the low-rent spark of high-heeled joys

Unsung hero of rock by Michael Hurtt
Jack Oblivian, the Tennessee Tearjerker, finally hits Detroit


Comics (Comics)

Couch Trip by Metro Times film writers (Couch Trip)
Some bastards of young, even younger sex freaks, filthy lucre and never trust a film using the word ‘hacker’

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

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

Jeffrey Morgan's Media Blackout by Jeffrey Morgan (Media Blackout)
Comics and records, together again

Motor City Rides by Doug Coombe (Motor City Cribs and Rides)
John "Hentch" Szymanski's 1997 Ford Club Wagon

Disaster relief by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Are Kwame's trouble's affecting Obama in Michigan?

Impeachment lite by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Conyers pursues non-impeachment impeachment hearings.

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

On the Download by Chris Handyside (On the Download)
Heat Strokes of Genius

Kleagles for Kwame! by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
Why Ku Kluxers love Mayor Kilpatrick.

Peculiar porn by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Male sub seeks femme dom porn with vampires and werewolves.

Tale of 2 Kwames by Larry Gabriel (Stir It Up)
Performing artists' confab offers a view of the mayor's split personality.



Dandy in the Underworld - Sebastian Horsley Reviewed by Raymond Cummings (Book)

NO WAVE: Post-Punk. Underground. New York 1967-1980 - Thurston Moore, Byron Coley Reviewed by Raymond Cummings (Book)

Heavy Meadows - Javelins Reviewed by Laura Witkowski (Record)

The Coral Sea - Patti Smith and Kevin Shields Reviewed by Hobey Echlin (Record)


Brideshead Revisited Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Handsomely mounted and beautifully shot, Jarrold’s film makes some brave changes to the story but miscasts the role of Lady Marchmain and neuters the protagonist’s homosexual underpinnings in favor of a predictable tale of hetro-romance thwarted. Charles Ryder (Matthew Goode) is a middle-class Oxford student and aspiring painter who befriends the aristocratic but mercurial Sebastian Flyte (Ben Whishaw), a closeted homosexual from a devoutly Catholic family. Desperate to hide his gay shame, Sebastion gets drunk a lot and pines for ambivalent Charles’ love. Invited to the family’s swish estate, Charles is smitten by both the grandeur of the place and (in a switch from the novel) Sebastian’s younger sister, Julia (Hayley Atwell). Asked by Lady Marchmain Flyte (Emma Thompson) to look after her son while traveling in Venice, Charles seizes the opportunity to make a play for Julia, leaving poor Sebastian to fall into a spiral of despair after he realizes he’s lost his special “friend.” Meanwhile atheist Charles’ blossoming romance struggles against the immovable force of Julia’s religion, jeopardizing his best chance at elevating his class and securing true love.

The Wackness Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Screenwriter-director Jonathan Levine’s film is a ’90s outsider teen flick that's smart, well-acted, emotionally genuine and boasts a soundtrack that deserves mad props. It’s the summer of 1994 and Rudy Giuliani is about to turn New York City into the biggest mall in America. High school grad Luke (Josh Peck) is raising money for college by dealing pot out of an old ice-cream cart. The “most popular of the unpopular,” he struggles with all the hallmarks of teen angst: drugs, girls, troubled parents and an inability to connect with peers. Trading pot for therapy, he strikes up a friendship with his pill-popping therapist, Jeff Squires (Ben Kingsley), who advises that he embrace his pain and live each moment to the fullest. Of course, he also offers brilliant nuggets like, “Try and fuck a black girl. I never got to.” When Luke develops eyes for Squires’ popular stepdaughter Stephanie (Juno’s Olivia Thirlby), things get complicated. Unfortunately, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, a mix of urban coming-of-age films that valiantly tries to avoid indie-movie clichés but just can’t seem to help itself.

Step Brothers Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Will Ferrell has crafted a monster career playing emotionally stunted, spastic child-men. Here he's joined by John C. Reily, and both actors play overgrown, petulant teenagers in lumpy adult bodies, and they do it with such a charged, reckless, side-splitting abandon that you’ll almost feel like you’ve never seen a ball-sack sight gag before. Eventually the gag wanes when the movie makes its third tired lap around the same premise, but by then you’ll likely be too laughed-out to notice.

Jellyfish Reviewed by Serena Donadoni (Movie)
On the evening after her boyfriend moves out of their apartment, taking most of the furniture with him, Batya (Sarah Adler) goes to her job as a waitress at a wedding hall, where her first distracted action is to drop a tray of crudités. Stumbling through her numbing routine seems all too familiar to the glum Batya, who casually admits that she doesn’t trust anyone. Recently arrived from the Philippines, wedding guest Joy (Ma-nenita De Latorre) is almost grateful at times that she speaks only a few words of Hebrew. Hired as a caregiver for elderly women, Joy invariably finds herself in the midst of bitter family squabbles, even as her own young son angrily inquires about her location and wonders why she can’t be home for his upcoming birthday. After their impassioned spotlight dance at the wedding, the Russian-born groom Michael (Gera Sandler) downs any brightly colored liquid that might contain alcohol, while neglecting his new bride Keren (Noa Knoller). Prone more to quiet, passive-aggressive behavior than bridezilla screaming fits, Keren finds herself all alone on her big day, stuck in a bathroom stall with no one to help her out.

X-Files: I Want to Believe Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Chris Carter’s inventive, quixotic and darkly sexy 1990s TV classic, with the FBI’s top paranormal hunters Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson), gets its second big-screen treatment. Unforunately, the film lands with a thud. Since we last saw our heroes five years ago, skeptical Dr. Scully has taken a gig at a Catholic hospital of all places, where she’s not battling mysterious powers, but butting heads with the administration’s money crunchers. Mulder, meanwhile, is still in seclusion after being discredited and blacklisted by the FBI, but all is forgiven when an agent goes missing and the new kids at the bureau need his special investigative skills again. For a moment, it’s as if there were a zombie loose in the FBI, then it becomes clear it’s only Amanda Peet, sleepwalking though the part of (cough) Special Agent Dakota Whitney. She and the other feds have already recruited a psychic defrocked priest, “Father Joe” (Billy Connolly), and need Mulder and Scully to bicker and sort out the clues. Mulder is all too ready to believe in the unusual while sensible Scully continues to have her doubts, even after a decade of being captured by aliens and monsters. She still thinks Joe’s a fake, even after he leads them to a mass of severed body parts buried in ice, and some shadowy Eurotrash villains start to make their presence known. It’s not hard to guess what these creeps are up to, though suspicions that something bigger is afoot never really play out.


Portofino Reviewed by Jane Slaughter (Restaurant)
The main reason to visit Portofino is the water, which looks inviting as you gaze at the wooded tip of Grosse Ile, watching the boats slip by. In fine weather, some of them even tie up at Portofino’s dock, which makes sense, considering that the real Portofino is an Italian resort town on the Mediterranean. Dinner starts with hot bread and a generous dish of olive oil loaded with Parmesan and cracked pepper. Appetizers are mostly from the sea, side salads are nicely composed, and the mix of mains is ambitious enough to range from ribs and lamb chops to po’ boy sandwiches to Italian or seafood mainstays. The pasta choices are consistently excellent.