Miss Molly and Mattress Mac, Too
We hate to blow our own horn (well, actually, we don’t hate any such thing, we just hate to admit that we don’t mind blowing our own horn), but if we didn’t think the 5th Annual Houston Press Music Awards was worth your time on a Monday night, we sure…
Turn Up de Heat
The scene’s not difficult to imagine. The Reverend Horton Heat — the Lone Star State’s most aggressively high-profile Texan export to the rock world since ZZ Top toured the globe with live Longhorns and rattlesnakes in tow — is holed up in a Dallas studio with the band’s latest producer,…
Hot Plate
Number One Males Barbecued crabs, those splendid Texas Gulf Coast perversities, usually entail a trip to the raffish Bolivar Peninsula, where they’re a civic dish of sorts. But lately, giant Gulf hard-shells given the unlikely but delicious Texas barbecue treatment can be had as an off-the-menu special at the Magnolia…
Living With Lies
True Lies is a film whose best moments are not given away by its trailer, which promises only a dated combination of Walter Mitty and stereotypical kill-the-Arab (with a maximum of bang). The film’s public relations people want us to laugh knowingly at the idea of Jamie Lee Curtis describing…
Press Picks
thursday july 1 FIJA and NORML confab Tom Glass of the Fully Informed Jury Association is the featured speaker at the monthly meet of the Houston chapter of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws. FIJA would like for judges to tell jurors, right up front, that they…
Torch Song Trilogy
Torch and standards singer Mignon Rae isn’t the only person in Houston to have watched helplessly as friends died of AIDS, but when yet another friend was diagnosed HIV-positive, it struck home. “I wanted to make sure I did something. I wanted to get as many people involved as I…
Bad Licks for Dumb Hicks
We all know about small Texas towns. We know about them funny (Greater Tuna, the Fertle family, etc.); we know about them straight (Last Picture Show, Hud, etc.). Even if we didn’t live in Texas, we’d know about them. In part, the world knows about small Texas towns because of…
Screwball Comedy
A director undertaking Shakespeare has one basic decision to make: present the play essentially in accordance with the Bard’s intentions, thereby appealing to the purist audience, or, a la the late Joseph Papp in New York’s Central Park, tinker with the play, changing locales, casting nontraditionally, updating the politics of…
That’s Entertainment
The life of a chorus dancer: auditioning, undergoing examination from a faceless director — part God, part Freud — who prowls the rear of the auditorium, instructing, demanding, coaxing, humoring the aspirants to be so special and memorable that they might be chosen to surrender their identities to become an…
Perils of the Paralyzed
It’s about time Jim Broadbent starred in a movie. An immensely endearing actor whose supporting roles provided ballast to such films as Enchanted April, Widows’ Peak and The Crying Game, Broadbent can take a two-dimensional character — pained lover, garrulous father, rumpled dentist, knowing barkeep — and imbue him with…
The Watchman of the Electronic Frontier
Dapper in elegant suits worn with just the right tie, Edward Cavazos has the yuppie game plan nailed. He has a good job at Andrews & Kurth, a gleaming black Ford Explorer, a pleasant house in the Galleria area (with the good citizen’s requisite “Clutch City” placard displayed in a…
Roads to Nowhere?
As a child growing up in Dallas, Bob Cook used to ride his bicycle a mile and a half to school every weekday. While that may not rate up there with your father walking five miles in the snow uphill both ways, the experience stuck with Cook, who says he…
Letters
Poor Judgment I believe “Battle of the Bonds” [News, by Steve McVicker, July 7] was an excellent article by your fine newspaper, but a couple of clarifications might be in order for the benefit of your readers. Federal Judge Bue was persuaded when he ordered the Pretrial “Release” Agency put…
Pasta Imperfect
In a well-ordered universe, Angelina’s would be a terrific place to eat. Young Johnny Butera’s new Bellaire Boulevard pasta bar is predicated on a great idea: mix-and-match noodles and sauces at moderate prices, semi-self-served up in a chipper glass-and-metal box. Salads included. Homemade cakes. Designer coffees. Bottles of wine at…