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Film Review: The Iron Lady
She is Medusa with a head of auburn snakes shellacked into a helmet, but somewhere beneath this follicular cement crown looms the elusive heart of a human being — at least, that’s how Meryl Streep plays Margaret Thatcher, the still-vilified former British prime minister who waltzed with Ronald Reagan while the masses rioted in revolt. Illustration by Steve Murray
Concert Review: Bon Iver in Toronto
At this juncture in time, with nothing but pretty good-to-excellent material behind it, Bon Iver is a must-see band. Note perfect and incredibly paced, Wednesday night’s set featured barely a misstep, (though the group’s take on Bjork’s Who Is It certainly counted as one). From Holocene to a reworked and devastating Blood Bank to set closer For Emma, there wasn’t a truly a dull moment, which is kind of crazy given that Bon Iver has its share of sort of dull (note: not bad) songs
Concert Review: Jay-Z and Kanye West exceed the hype
It’s rare that a show of this magnitude lives up to its hype, but Kanye and Jay-Z actually managed to exceed it. From the Tron-inspired laser show to the hydraulic-powered stages at either end of the ACC to the pyrotechnics, it was a visual masterpiece. And then, of course, there was the music. (Photo: David Leyes Photographer)
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Charlie Sheen in Toronto: Violent Torpedo of Meh
It seemed nobody was quite sure what to expect from Charlie Sheen’s first Toronto show at Massey Hall on Thursday.
“Either he bombs and it’s good. Or it’s good and it’s good,” said UOIT student Ian Wright as he waited in line. “We win either way.”
As it turns out, Sheen’s show didn’t fit into either category. It wasn’t awful, but it certainly wasn’t amazing. Instead, audience members left feeling a bit confused and rather underwhelmed. As she was walking down the stairs of Massey Hall, one woman said she would have rather just paid to see a Russell Peters show instead.
Baby, One more chance?
It could be said that on Femme Fatale, Britney herself is essentially a hook on which to hang her collaborators’ ideas. Indeed, some critics have complained about the absence of the “real” Britney Spears on these songs. But when have we ever looked to Spears for insight or emotional depth — or indeed for anything except superior pop music? As escapism, Femme Fatale delivers. Is Britney an artiste or an empty vessel? In the words of the still-reigning princess of pop herself, “What the hell … who cares?”
Aquaman: James Cameron just can’t stay out of the water, even when he’s only producing. (Illustration by Steve Murray)
Film review: Aqua Damned
What can possibly go wrong with a blockbuster executive-produced by the filmmaker who brought us Titanic, Avatar and countless other thrill rides? Quite a bit, it turns out.
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