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Issue of 5/27/2009

Cover Story:

Food fighters
by Michael Jackman
Taking control of our food supply, from the kitchen garden to the community


Demand and supply by Sandra Svoboda
Fleeing Iraq is one thing; seeking help for trauma is another

Desktop lunching by Sandra Svoboda
Making the most of eating in the office

Doom bop by Lee DeVito
800beloved front man Sean Lynch's surprising penchant for teen pop proves he ain’t all doom and morturaries

Get it fresh by Metro Times food staff
A guide to farmer's markets in metro Detroit

Second coming by Hobey Echlin
Felton Williams set out to be gospel's Berry Gordy 40 years ago. His career retrospective, Downriver Revival, proves he was exactly that.

The candy man by Detroitblogger John
Old-fashioned party store keeps it simple

Three-course meal by Travis R. Wright
Area artists burp off on their favorite Motor City meal

Turning the tables by Michael Jackman
If we want to fix the broken food system, we'll have to do more than eat our way out of it

Weird Science by Todd Abrams
Fermentation is a metamorphosis right on your kitchen counter


Comics (Comics)

Couch Trip by Metro Times film writers (Couch Trip)
Huston does O'Connor, Castro when he was cocky, and the haberdasher who dressed the Rat Pack

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

Jeffrey Morgan’s Media Blackout by Jeffrey Morgan (Media Blackout)
Music and comics and humor ... oh, my!

Motor City Cribs by Doug Coombe (Motor City Cribs and Rides)
Where do the Go practice? In the Berkley basement of a deaf retiree, natch.

Slow burn by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Is talk of shutting down the incinerator just smoke and mirrors?

What recession? by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Despite hard times, a great year for political war chests

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

GM's soft landing by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
Behind the scenes, Obama manages the crisis deftly

About face by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
I love you, you're wonderful, but we can’t do it because you remind me



In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto - Michael Pollan Reviewed by Jane Slaughter (Book)

Modern Mistakes - Almost Free Reviewed by Brett Callwood (Record)

Kid Moves - Kinetic Stereokids Reviewed by Lee DeVito (Record)

Queen City Quandaries - Old Empire Reviewed by Laura Witkowski (Record)

Kingdom of Rust - Doves Reviewed by Bill Holdship (Record)


Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Look, the original Night at the Museum was no work of brilliance. But it had enough affection, amusing jokes and special-effects wonder for an inoffensive family flick. The sequel, however, is as unimaginative as it is sloppy. With all the history and cultural iconography at its disposal, Battle of the Smithsonian relies on Einstein bobbleheads and cherubs that sport Jonas Brothers mugs (and pipes) to generate pop culture laughs. Worse, it trades in the kind of idiotic (and historically insulting) creativity that recasts genocidal General Custer as a goofy come-from-behind Bill Hader hero. There are a few mildly clever moments (Ben Stiller and Amy Adams in Alfred Eisenstaedt’s famed V-J Day kissing couple photo; a giant Abe Lincoln offers dating advice), but screenwriter Robert Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon can’t keep the rules of their own magic straight, no less deliver a decently plotted script. Not only do they allow the tablets to animate all sorts of inanimate objects without reason, they forget Stiller’s son halfway through the film, first introducing him as his computer-savvy partner then dropping him from the screen altogether.

Dance Flick Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Deep beneath its canopy of dumb slapstick, pop culture winks, and scatological ha-has, lies the existential dilemma at the heart of Dance Flick; that is, what sucks worse? The silly teen dance flicks or the lame spoofs of them? Cheesy flicks about dance-offs all get ground into a greasy pile of hamburger by the cooks of comedy fast food, the Wayans. It’s truly a family affair, with a credit list loaded with Wayan’s, from Keenan, Shawn, Damien, Kim to the lead actor, Damon Jr., a spitting image of his pop, though a fairly pale copy comedically. The shame is that once upon a time these guys packed a satiric punch. While there’s a hint of that here, there’s also a spiteful strain of misogyny and homophobia that ruins the whole vibe.

Summer Hours Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
The plot couldn’t be simpler: Three fortysomething siblings struggle to manage their mother’s estate after her death. Though the family’s home is storied and the inheritance filled with valuable art works (courtesy their great uncle, a celebrated artist), only eldest son Frédéric (Charles Berling), a French economist, longs to keep the estate and heirlooms in his family. This puts him at odds with his New York art dealer sister, Adrienne (Juliette Binoche), and younger businessman brother, Jérémie (Jérémie Renier), the manager of a sneaker factory in China. Both, expatriates, see little value in maintaining a past to which they are no longer part.

Terminator Salvation Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Star Christian Bale, who cranks intensity to 11, then busts off the knob. As humanity-savior John Connor, Bale’s intent to glare his way to victory, growling orders and threats with gravel-voiced fury, all the while attempting to burn a hole in the camera lens — even in the quieter moments. Of course, Connor has the weight of what’s left of the world on his shoulders, attempting to hold together a ragtag resistance army against the genocidal computers, which have nuked the planet to near oblivion. And those nasty automatons are busily rounding up people to use as guinea pigs in a plan to create new, more lifelike cyborg (Terminator) units to finally wipe out mankind. Meanwhile, Marcus (Sam Worthington), a death-row criminal in 2003 who signs an organ donor card, gets executed yet wakes up in this shattered future, totally confused, but still full of unfocused rage. His rough edges get partially sanded off by a pair of urchins he takes under his wings, one of whom happens to be young Kyle Reese (Anton Yechlin), who, in the future, will travel to the past and father Connor, if he doesn’t get aced now. Follow?


Cafe Via Reviewed by Jane Slaughter (Restaurant)
One of the Café’s best features is its large patio, covered with sage-green canopies and provided with heaters for the transitional months. Outdoor seating is needed because there are only 15 tables inside, plus a tiny bar and a few seats for drinks in that crowded hallway. The small rooms give an intimate feel. Café Via’s patrons follow the French way of dining: less quantity, higher quality. All dishes are lovely to look at.