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Issue of 8/12/2009

Cover Story:

Haute child in the city
by Travis R. Wright
Femilia Couture looks to go "organic" and then rule the world


Agent double-o-soul by Michael Hurtt
Melvin Davis put soul music on hold for a dependable post office gig. Then Europe discovered him.

Fuckin' A by Bill Holdship
The Majestic complex's new booker-flack-pimp yaks of future fests, blogs and Blowout

Our dire states of America by John Nichols
The fiscal nightmare is hardly Michigan's alone

R.I.P. Baatin by Khary Kimani Turner
An open letter to the hip-hop community on the passing of Baatin


Cheat Code by Bryant Franks (Cheat Code)

Comics (Comics)

Couch Trip by Metro Times film writers (Couch Trip)
Picture Terrence Malick directing a script by Manoel de Oliveira, or something ...

Food Stuff by Metro Times food staff (Food Stuff)
Wine and absinthe and a new restaurant

Growth of the soil by Jeff Broder (Grilled)
Farmer Tom Milano talks community-supported agriculture

Gaspin' for air by Jim McFarlin (Idiot Boxing)
How NBC stacks ’em up — and shouldn’t Gordon Ramsay shut his trap?

Letters to the Editor by Metro Times readers (Letters to the Editor)
Our readers sound off on Dillon's plan and the Internet-vs-print debate

Blackwater muck by News Hits staff (News Hits)
Bombshell reporting charges mercenary firm targeted witnesses in federal case

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

Getting it wrong by Jack Lessenberry (Politics and Prejudices)
On Kwame-proofing our pols' campaign funds

Snappy answers by Dan Savage (Savage Love)
Quick quips for labored queries, and one long answer

Garden-variety politics by Larry Gabriel (Stir It Up)
On finding a conspiracy-monger in the shrubbery

Schoolyard verse by InsideOut Literary Arts Project (Your Space)
Detroit kid poets speak from the edge and the heart


 No Reviews


Julie and Julia Reviewed by Jeff Meyers (Movie)
Never a particularly strong filmmaker, celebrated screenwriter Nora Ephron (Sleepless in Seattle, Heartburn) focuses on the growing successes of her two characters, Julia Child and blogger-turned-Internet-sensation Julie Powell, rather than the challenging meals they create, or why they create them. Tragically, their culinary enthusiasm becomes little more than a means to an impersonal end, one landing a book deal while the other gains scads of online fans. What keeps the film moving is an engaging, breezy pace and the likable performances of leads Amy Adams and Meryl Streep.

A Perfect Getaway Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
This off-kilter thriller sees honeymooners Cliff (Steve Zahn) and Cydney (Mila Jovovich) on the road, bound for a remote Hawaiian oasis, accessible only by an isolated mountain trail. Though they neglect to give a lift to a pair tattooed, scruffy hitchhikers, the lovebirds somehow decide to join another couple en route, even though there’s news of killers on the loose, and macho outdoorsman Nick (Deadwood’s Timothy Olyphant) is vaguely scary. That’s about it, as the movie idles for about an hour waiting for the gimmick to play out. Less than convincing is the insane, laughable Wile E. Coyote-style violence that finally erupts in the third act.

Shrink Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
Henry Carter (Kevin Spacey) is a shrink to the stars and famous himself as the author of inspirational tomes, an irony since he can barely muster up enough will to get off the couch. About the only thing that interests him anymore is “self-medication”; he goes through more weed than Willie Nelson’s tour bus, and his freckle-faced dealer obliges him with exotic varieties of cannabis with lovely names (“pussyfinger,” “Christmas in Vietnam” etc.). That dealer is one of the most stable relationships left in Henry’s life — most of his time and mental energy get consumed by a roster of neurotic, archetypal power players. Among them is Robin Williams as a fading stud a la Jack Nicholson, dealing with sex addiction, and his co-star, a drugged-out Irish actor bad boy (Jack Huston in shades of Colin Farrell), and a high-strung, paranoid germophobe agent in perpetual crisis (Dallas Roberts). If that’s not enough to deal with, Henry has an aging starlet (Saffron Burrows) with a cheating rocker husband, a distant relative wannabe screenwriter and a bright-but-troubled girl he’s coerced into taking on as a pro bono charity case. In this world, success is cancer, and the only characters with any hope are those who haven’t tasted it yet.

The Cove Reviewed by Corey Hall (Movie)
The riveting central figure here is pioneering dolphin trainer Richard O’Barry, a guy who spent more than a decade building up the commercial aquarium trade, but in the many years since has devoted his all his energy and body to ripping it down. O’Barry was helped train dolphins for the beloved 1960s TV show Flipper, and the series’ success helped popularize such aquatic attractions as Sea World and dolphin-driven tourism worldwide. His years of interaction with dolphins convinced him that these are highly intelligent, loving, even soulful creatures, and that any exploitation, even well-intended captivity, is cruelty. His quest led him to Taiji, Japan, a remote and serenely beautiful coastal village that conceals a terrible secret. Several times a year, a small fleet of boats disrupt the dolphin’s sonar with loud noises, herding them into a pair of small natural coves, where the more “cosmetic” animals are selected by trainers for sale. The rest of the unwanted are culled, in horrifying, gruesome fashion. Unbeknownst to the Japanese public, some of the meat is re-labeled as other fish, and makes it into markets, despite a mercury content that makes it unfit for human consumption. The Cove is propaganda pure and simple, but it’s effective; you can’t defend any “pro” argument here, and it’s impossible to refute the sight of beaches awash with dolphin blood.


Polonia Restaurant Reviewed by Todd Abrams (Restaurant)
If you're looking for good, hearty and affordable food in a charming atmosphere, you can't do much better than Polonia. The menu is full of traditional Polish food, heavy on the meat and potatoes, but without gargantuan serving sizes. The decor is a hodgepodge of wooden curios and colorful plates beneath the warm pink glow of coated fluorescent lamps. There is no real sit-down bar, but drinks in all forms are readily served. If diet be damned, dive right in to an appetizer of smalec ze skwareczkami, a bread spread consisting of pork lard, bacon crumbs, onion and spices. There is a nice lineup of soups, and great pierogi stuffed with potato, cheese, kraut or meat. Monday through Saturday, there are several daily specials. No smoking.