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Issue of 6/9/2010


Cover Story:



Three chords & the truth
by Brett Callwood
Without a nickel in his pocket, John Brannon influenced a whole generation of punk and rock 'n' roll — and nearly died in the process

Features:

Furs in Venus by Brian Smith
The Psychedelic Furs' Richard Butler, from post-punk's original whorehouse priest to pop star to painter

Van hailin' by Detroitblogger John
At this club, only one kind of ride will do

Columns:

Credit check by Molly Tippen
Should prospective employers be allowed to ask for your financial history?

What's up, Holmes? by Bryant Franks (Cheat Code)
Jack the Ripper goes head-to-head with Sherlock Holmes

Food Stuff by Metro Times food staff (Food Stuff)
An Inn Season cookbook, adult milkshakes, global beers and more

Letters to the Editor by Metro Times readers (Letters to the Editor)
Talking bicycling, Complete Streets, taxes and more

Metro Retro by Metro Times staff (Metro Retro)
Scanning the past in the pages of Metro Times

Wait, wait - don't shoot! by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Film crew detained and insulted by Detroit police; no word yet from Bing on snafu

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

Thomas' bombshell by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
What she said this time was far worse than insensitive

Stalkers & soakers by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Hubby goes too far, girlfriend makes a mess, and is the bottle of lube half-full?

Veggie choices by Metro Times food staff (Short Order)
A roundup of vegetarian-friendly restaurants with full flavor

Strolling the loop by Larry Gabriel (Stir It Up)
A new pleasure path is lined with possibilities

Watching the Detectives by D'Anne and Laura Witkowski (Wonder Twins)
Our distaff duo takes a theatrical turn at the Ringwald Theater

Reviews:

 Music/Books:
 No Reviews

Movies:

Mother and Child Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
When Karen (Annette Bening) was 14 years old, she got pregnant and gave up her child, leaving an open wound in place of her soul. Nearly 40 years later, she’s still punishing everyone around her, from her own ailing mother to her housekeeper to the friendly co-worker (Jimmy Smits) who makes gentle advances toward her. Meanwhile, the daughter she never knew, Elizabeth (Naomi Watts), has become a ruthless overachiever to the exclusion of real human feelings. She clinically carries out one-sided relationships with men — including her gentlemanly law firm boss (Samuel L. Jackson) — and with her clueless next-door neighbor. Elsewhere, a young couple struggles through the labyrinth of the adoption process, while guilt-driven wife Lucy (Kerry Washington) blames herself for her infertility. Director Rodrigo Garcia slowly interweaves the stories of these bitter women in the ponderous, self-conscious manner of such films as 21 Grams. And it almost works; Despite the uniform strength of the performances, Mother and Child wanes to a too-cute melodramatic ending and a sudden sense of peace that feels unearned after all the bitterness and suffering that preceded it.

Marmaduke Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Like an endless 1990’s Cheetos ad, Owen Wilson’s Marmaduke keeps blabbering cool-dude slang, and doing radical stuff like playing Dance Dance Revolution and hanging 20 on a surfboard. The “plot,” for lack of a better term, finds the title pooch and his human family moving from Kansas to L.A, so Marmaduke can run with a new pack of mutts and various celebrities can embarrass themselves by doing truly uninspired voiceover work. George Lopez plays a cat who, oddly enough, sounds just like the Frito Bandito, and Steve Coogan plays a snippy terrier. Kiefer Sutherland growls as the local menacing Doberman, and the Stacey “don’t call me Fergie” Ferguson proves she really is a bitch, as a haughty purebred collie in heat. The humans fare no better; Lee Pace and Judy Greer suffer gamely while waiting to fire their agents and the sad sight of a broken-down William H. Macy proves that shame has no meaning anymore.

Air Doll Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Hirokazu Kore-Eda's magical realist curio is about an enchanted life-sized sex toy who bops around Tokyo in tiny fetish outfits and lands a job as video store clerk. Air doll Nozomi, played by the frequently naked Korean actress Bae Du-na (The Host), parades through the film with an empty guileless half-grin. As she comes alive she slowly discovers — like a kinky Pinocchio or Darryl Hannah in Splash — the many delights of the outside world, including rain, babies, Harvey Keitel flicks and the attention of her friendly co-worker, with whom she develops a hesitatingly sweet romance. Back at home, her “owner” Hideo remains oblivious to her feelings and her other life, but lovingly dotes on her, and, occasionally, after a vigorous humping, he’ll re-inflate her via the port in her belly button. Eventually this dual reality becomes untenable for Nozomi, and the puppet must decide to walk on her own.

Get Him to the Greek Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Gadfly comic Russell Brand reprises his "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" role as pompous walking disaster Aldous Snow, a Brit rocker with Bono’s colossal ego and Keith Richards’ tolerance level. Snow’s life and career are slumping just as his former girlfriend’s career is taking off, on the heels of a preposterously awful album called "African Child." Jason Segel penned some of his ridiculous and naughty Oasis-style tunes, including the would-be hit “Bangers, Beans and Mash.” Jonah Hill is Aaron, the tubby slob charged with corralling this shambling, boozed-up mustang, and getting him from London to L.A. in time for an epic sold-out comeback concert at the Greek Theatre. A paunchier-than-ever Hill seems a tad scruffy-looking, even for a low-level record-label flunky, but every pound of his huge girth makes the many indignities he’s forced to endure just a bit funnier. Such tried-and-sorta-true embarrassments include lots of booze-induced vomit, dancing on cars, sexual toilet mishaps and a balloon full of narcotics in an uncomfortable spot.

Splice Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)

Restaurants/Places:

24 Grille Reviewed by Jane Slaughter (Restaurant)
The Book Cadillac’s 24 Grille is a less formal, though no less expensive, alternative to the acclaimed meat-eaters’ paradise in the hotel’s opposite corner, Roast. It has a somewhat shorter, American menu, with just a couple of steaks and four seafood dishes. 24 Grille says that its ingredients are preservative-free and sourced locally when possible. As at many places these days, 24’s calamari are crisp and wonderful, served with capers, lemon beurre blanc and chili aioli. The dressings make the dish. The melt-in-your-mouth scallops, sweet and smoky and served with clams in the shell, are excellent. For vegetarians, there are Himalayan cabbage rolls, stuffed with grilled tofu, mushrooms and some nutty Himalayan red rice. And delicious veal meatloaf comes as a tall tower — layers of meatloaf and bacon, interwoven with layers of potato purée. 24 Grille also has a happy hour from 4 to 6 on weekdays, when wine and appetizers are half off.

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