Rock 'n' roll high
by Bill Holdship
Times are low and money's tight but Detroit will always be a fist-pumping musical force to be reckoned with
Angelic upstarts by Brian Smith
A handful of the young, loud and scientific!
Big Diehl pop by Brett Callwood
Lightning Love's Leah Diehl on pop music, the scene, Stollsteimer and — whisper it — Lazersharkz
Gutsy art by Norene Smith
Would you want to explain that you're a 'weirdo' who plays with sausage casings?
Jonesin' for song by Brian Smith
One Michigan dude every music fan should know about. Period.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T by William E. Ketchum III
Fluent's out to prove heavier ties between poetry and hip hop, and earn some respect along the way
The kids are alright by Bill Holdship
The Crooks could be Detroit's 'next big thing' ... and they're barely old enough to shave
The Punk meets the modfather Pt. 2 by Eddie Baranek
Where the Sights frontman Eddie Baranek interviews his hero ...
Without a shield by Sandra Svoboda
Legal precedent in trooper murder leaves Detroit journalist unprotected
Letters to the Editor by Metro Times staff (Letters to the Editor)
Jeffrey Morgan’s Media Blackout by Jeffrey Morgan (Media Blackout)
From the Funk Brothers to Iggy, a raft of mini-reviews
Lesson plans by News Hits staff (News Hits)
State rep in the fray over Detroit Public Schools
Nuke news by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Nuclear watchdog protests DTE's plans for new reactor
Night and Day by Megan O'Neil (Night and Day)
What we'll miss by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
When newspapers disappear, what will go with them
Portly problem by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
He says he hates plus-sized women, yet dates one; here’s the psychology
Ready to blow by Metro Times food staff (Short Order)
A quick and dirty guide to eating Hamtramck
Fanboys Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
This film is little more than a typical dude-raunchy road farce stuck in a nerdy candy shell, but with a saccharine aftertaste. The "plot" follows a crew of Ohio megageeks circa 1998, on a mission to drive cross-country and break in to George Lucas' Skywalker Ranch compound, in order to steal an advance print of Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace. Why can't they simply pitch a tent and wait out the six months till opening with the rest of the gorks? Because one of them is terminally ill, a comedy-stopping subplot that caused the studio infighting and so much Internet horseshit. What a shame all that pre-release buzz didn't lead to something actually funny and less cloying, a flick that kicks Boba Fett jokes because it wants to, not 'cause it must to justify its existence.
The Class Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
The Class doesn’t deviate from director Laurent Cantet’s progressive social messaging, but its pseudo-documentary trappings represent a departure in style. Based on a memoir by François Bégaudeau (who plays a fictionalized version of himself in the movie), Cantet generated his script by intensively workshopping the piece with young non-actors who spent nine months improvising with Bégaudeau as three digital cameras recorded their every interaction. The result is a kinetic, you-are-there classroom experience that captures the unsteady give-and-take of a flawed but earnest teacher and his too-rowdy students. The teens aren’t playing themselves (though they share the same first names as the ‘characters’) but are rather replicating moments from Bégaudeau’s teaching experience, stepping on each other’s conversations and challenging his authority so naturally that it’s hard to believe you’re not watching a straight-up documentary. The effect is unsentimental, acutely observed and messily spontaneous, offering an energetic slice-of-life examination of a young Parisian teacher struggling to reach his class of racially mixed junior high school students. Although imperfect, at least the film helps demythologize much of the drivel Hollywood’s “inspirational teacher” movies trade in. Instead of students ridiculously rapping to Shakespeare or infallibly inspirational teachers enlightening every member of their class, Cantet acknowledges that teachers have feet of clay, bureaucracies undermine their goals, cultural conflict is inevitable, and some kids are simply beyond reach.
Le Petit Zinc Creperie & Cafe Reviewed by Jane Slaughter (Restaurant)
Charles Sorel, raised in France but with the Caribbean personality of his native Martinique, is providing a splash of sunlight at his breakfast-and-lunch spot in Corktown. His small space has bright yellow walls and bright yellow napkins. It’s accented in green and turquoise and is adorned with paintings in primary and other cheerful colors. Outdoors, a patio with raised beds for perennials has the beginnings of a greenhouse in which to raise tomatoes and herbs. Patrons may order crêpes, salads, sandwiches, cheese, ratatouille and coffee. Later this year, Sorel expects to be able to serve spirits as well.