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Issue of 8/11/2010


Cover Story:



Kings of the wild frontier
by Pietro C. Truba
Frontier Ruckus is literally the bash-and-clang sound of the suburbs

Features:

Blooming talent by Simone Landon
Motor City years were formative for Syrian-American singer Gaida

Pot shots by Curt Guyette
Legality of medical marijuana ordinances questioned

Signs of faith by Detroitblogger John
A Detroit mother’s grief is transformed — one nail at a time

Why indie rock is dead by Travis R. Wright
A few words with the label behind Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and Frontier Ruckus

Columns:

Backlot by Corey Hall (Backlot)
On and off local movie sets, staring Demi Moore, Michelle Monaghan and Hugh Jackman

Cheat Code by Bryant Franks (Cheat Code)
UFC Undisputed 2010 kicks ass

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

Tumor humor by Jim McFarlin (Idiot Boxing)
Showtime's new cancer comedy makes a bid for acute laughter

Letters to the Editor by Metro Times staff (Letters to the Editor)
This week's mail from our loyal, literate readers

Metro Retro by Metro Times staff (Metro Retro)
Looking back on this week in Metro Times history

Poletown meltdown by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Tax fracas over GM plant revenues pits Detroit against tiny Hamtramck

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

Bernero vs. Snyder by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
Charting possible outcomes in what should be a damn exciting campaign

Advice for teen boys by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Don't despair, you short, hairless chimp!

Fabulous fare by Metro Times food staff (Short Order)
A shortlist of eateries in Ferndale

Go deep by Walter Wasacz (The Subterraneans)
The man known as Scuba surfaces in Detroit this week

Reviews:

Music/Books:

Moonwalking - David Blair Reviewed by Norene Smith (Book)

The Suburbs - Arcade Fire Reviewed by Michael Gallucci (Record)

Say Goodnight to the World - Dax Riggs Reviewed by Eddie Fleisher (Record)

Happy Birthday Bitch - The Ruiners Reviewed by Brett Callwood (Record)

Movies:

Restrepo Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)

Step Up 3-D Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
The story centers on rich white guy Luke (Rick Malambri), who uses a loan from his parents to convert a grungy Brooklyn loft into a safe haven for a polyglot crew of dancing outcasts with big dreams, nonsensically called “the Pirates.” Luke feels these kindred souls were “Born from a Boombox,” and he’s shooting a documentary about it, though he’s too shy to share it. Enter hottie Natalie (Sharni Vinson), who gets Luke to lower his guard and start psyching the gang up to win the underground “World Jam” contest, and the prize money needed to pay the back rent. After a bunch of preliminaries, it all comes down to a requisite showdown against an evil dance troupe, the Samurai, who look so tough in their puffy shoulder pads.

Vivre Sa Vie (My Life to Live) Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Part of the brilliant early blossoming of Jean-Luc Godard’s career, My Life to Live (1962) is, like so many great works of art, about a girl. The lady in question is Anna Karina, the most “it” of “it girls,” an immortal beauty who just happened to be the director’s bride at the time. One glance and we know why anyone would be inspired to craft poetry and art and make films in her honor. Her faultless features and huge, with expressive, magnetic eyes, which is fortunate, as Godard often pulls the camera in tight and simply lets it hover over her exquisite gaze. Even her haircut is perfect: a sleek, immaculate, jet-black bob that hipster gals today are still trying to pull off. While the camera adores Karina, Godard’s script is a bit rougher on her, casting her in the role of Nana, a pretty but empty Parisian shop girl descending into prostitution, told loosely in a series of 12 vignettes, punctuated by title cards. Each one finds her in slightly worse peril then the last, which she comes to accept with an existential shrug.

The Other Guys Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Perpetually pissed-off New York police officer Terry Hoitz (Mark Wahlberg) has been demoted to desk duty, partnered with Allen (Ferrell), a milquetoast forensic accountant. Their entire police division lives in the shadow of two supercops (Samuel L. Jackson and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson), who are known for their over-the-top, property-destroying arrests. When the ultra-macho cops die in a hilariously surreal act of buddy-cop bravado, Terry and Allen get their chance to shine as detectives. It’s Lethal Weapon meets Abbott and Costello.

Restaurants/Places:

D'Pauli's Gourmet Diner Reviewed by Jane Slaughter (Restaurant)
For more than 20 years, in two locations and under two owners and two names, D’Pauli’s (formerly Giorgio’s) has thrived on its reputation as a diner with upscale surprises: steak Diane, veal Marsala, a burger with chutney and Bordelaise sauce. Today, though, the burgers have taken a way-back seat on the dinner menu; only three are offered, plus five sandwiches. The rest of the long menu is a mix of items like those you’d find at Big Boy (such as “Light Delight,” tuna and cottage cheese) and such higher-falutin ones as steak au poivre and veal piccata. (Lunch tends more to the bacon cheeseburger side, while breakfast will bring you anything from house-made hash browns to Belgian waffle jubilee, with flaming Kirsch.) One of the dishes D’Pauli’s is famous for is tomato basil bisque. It’s salmon-colored, with one big piece of basil in it, rather sweet, and served with Krispy saltines in cellophane packets. Another nice touch is the little plate of olive oil with a dab of basil pesto, brought at the outset with warm rolls. Veal Marsala also delivers a big punch of sweetness. Portion sizes are truly enormous; that’s where the value comes in, especially if you take advantage of the 2-6 p.m. 20 percent off Early Bird Special.

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