The Automatik

Forget Oasis. If you really want to hear the legacy of the Beatles, you should listen to Sloan. I hate to even compare them to anyone, but trust me, it’s fitting. It’s a crime that Creed and Limp Bizkit CDs have sold a gazillion copies because Sloan are the saviors of rock and roll music that we’ve all been waiting for.
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Feel the love.
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I can’t think of one Steven Soderbergh film that I haven’t enjoyed and admired, and that includes Erin Brokovich and Out of Sight. His narrative methods have always been original, but this time around he has eschewed the flashback/flashforward style he sometimes uses in favor of multiple parallel storylines. Although other directors have tried this, not all have succeeded, often because the effect is confusing, pretentious, and annoying.
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“Just sit back and let the vampire do all the work.”
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This past spring, for the first time ever, and with no ironic intentions, I went to see Rick Springfield live. What can I say? It was amazing. Never mind that he’s old enough to be my dad, he’s still actually cute. A few more wrinkles around the eyes maybe, but that winning smile is still there.
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With Danny Boyle’s last effort, The Beach, turning into a gorgeous disappointment (he should have definitely stuck with Ewan McGregor), Guy Ritchie is the UK’s heir to the throne of hip cinema.
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Am I getting lackadaisical in my old age or are stupid movies somehow funnier? I remember the last “stupid movie” I went to see, Biodome, was actually quite horrible and embarrassing, although those feelings could have partly been a result of the immense amount of candy I consumed in the theater.
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I’d sacrifice it all for just one kiss.
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I’d like to thank the Academy.
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Imagine the scene: You’re sitting in a bar, sometime during the mid-’90s, and lamenting the crappy music on the jukebox and the room full of bad Marilyn Manson clones. Then, miraculously, you suddenly overhear the following conversation, a sarcastic, yet clearly besotted nostalgia trip through ’80s fashion icons in the world of pop music. It might go something like this:
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