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What’s with our Republican politicians here in Arizona?
There’s a proverb that says if you love something, let it go. If it returns, it’s yours. If not, well, it never belonged to you in the first place. But had my son Braden written that proverb it would go more like this: “If you love something and it won’t cooperate, stomp the guts out of it.”
Soft rock duo Air Supply have been a pop and adult contemporary chart phenomenon for decades. They are coming to Chandler’s Wild Horse Pass on Friday, June 20, for a night of big hits and love songs.
I have been honored with the opportunity to welcome each and every one of you to the graduation of the class of 2014. At the beginning of this school year, a group called POS MEGA united under one question: what makes a person great? Is it what one says that makes one great? Is it what one once did? Or what one believes and thinks? Or the ability to avoid failure?
There are some people who, quite frankly, are impossible to love. You can’t dig deep enough, can’t try hard enough, can’t believe enough, and can’t go far enough to make it happen. And I’m not talking about the likes of Adolf Hitler and Charles Manson, either. If only a few such sinister creatures existed, then the world could sing together one great chorus of “Kumbaya,” and move on to the Promised Land.
Abigail Stockwell’s Girl Scout troop was looking to launch an education-oriented project in March when the eighth grader saw a news item about Read On Mesa, a summer reading program that puts donated books into the hands of underprivileged kindergartners.
My youngest child, my daughter Annie, is moving home to Arizona after graduating from Stanford University this month and I’m thrilled she’s returning to be near us for at least a little while.
Ken Autry is the former pastor at First United Methodist Church on the lake yard in DeFuniak Springs, Florida. I say, “former” pastor only because he has now moved on to another appointment. Those Methodists won’t let their preachers sit still for long. He once shared a letter with his congregation that I have yet to get out of my mind. The letter, while not written to Rev. Autry, had been written by a parishioner who had become quite disgruntled with her pastor. This is not uncommon.
Even though we’ve moved around a lot, we keep some things close. These items are packed and unpacked without negotiation, because the truth is they’re like old friends, our favorite walking boots that cradle our feet and never rub, or a pair of relaxed jeans that fit perfectly. There’s something comforting about knowing we can still pull these things out when we feel the need.
Instead of stepping into someone’s shoes for the day, slide on the face of an ancient Aztec, traditional Japanese samurai or a mischievous-looking demon.
Grammy-nominated country singer Jo Dee Messina has always maintained a close relationship with her fans. Most recently, they funded her upcoming album, “My Time, Our Music,” through a Kickstarter campaign that raised more than $100,000.
How does an ordinary guy who drives a cab in London end up with an extraordinary life — two wives, two flats and two teenage children who know nothing about each other? How does he keep his stories straight and manage his time? And what does he do when his son and daughter get acquainted in an online chat room and decide to meet?
Based on his four feature films, it’s clear that Spike Jonze’s mind is nothing short of an endlessly inventive wonderland. He brought two of the most creative screenplays ever written to life in “Being John Malkovich” and “Adaptation.” In “Where the Wild Things Are,” he took a 48-page picture book and transformed it into one of the most emotionally complex family movies of all time. “Her,” the director’s latest outing, is simply a revelation of imagination.
There’s a good film somewhere in “The Truth About Emanuel,” but unfortunately, you won’t find it in this muddled hour-and-a-half of tired movie tropes and big ideas gone haywire. Tossing around plot twists and clunky dialogue absent of any sensible logic or reason, what once appears to be a Stepford-esque horror story soon turns into a meditation on grief, completely devoid of any actual emotion.
A cinematic sparring match unlike any other in recent memory, “Some Velvet Morning” offers an unflinching glimpse into the lives of an alluring prostitute, Velvet (Alice Eve), and her domineering lover, Fred (Stanley Tucci). Over the course of 83 minutes, we eavesdrop on this toxic pair as they engage in an impassioned war of words – chatting, groping, yelling and sobbing, all within the confines of her upscale townhouse. Written and directed by Tony-nominated playwright Neil LaBute, this low-budget chamber piece has been flying under the radar since its premiere at the Tribeca Film Festival in April, but will surely blindside audiences this winter with nuanced performances and a certain shocking plot twist. Ahead of its Valley release at Harkins Shea 14 in Scottsdale this weekend, GetOut spoke with LaBute about the film, his French influences, and experience collaborating with Tucci and Eve.
A Belgian drama with bluegrass music may seem like an unlikely combo, but director Felix van Groeningen pulls it off spectacularly in his heart-wrenching new film “The Broken Circle Breakdown,” which is already garnering whispers of Academy Award recognition. While other foreign-language Oscar hopefuls such as “Wadjda” and “The Hunt” have come and gone from theaters (with others such as “Gloria” and “The Past” not making their way to Phoenix until early 2014), “Broken Circle” is arriving this month, opening at Harkins Camelview 5 in Scottsdale this Friday, Dec. 6.
At this time of year it’s quite natural for people to start thinking about the spiritual.
Admittedly, it is a little early to start talking about Christmas; Halloween is barely a week away, and Thanksgiving still awaits in the middle of the holiday sandwich. And there’s some reflection of that fact in Aaron Leach’s front yard in Mesa on Oct. 21, with several strands of light and inflatable ornaments unpacked but strewn all over the brown ground.
“If you’ve got the money honey, I’ve got the time; we’ll go honky tonkin’ and we’ll have a time.”
We don’t need the government to go camping
Kids are going to change our world for the better. We can count on it. As per my last column (“Next generations resetting our world,” Tribune, Sept. 15), I reported on the idea that as certain society systems collapse, the next generations will step forward and “reset” our trajectory. (See The Fourth Turning by historians William Strauss and Neil Howe.)
Common Core has been the enemy du jour of the tea party these days — at least when partiers are not busy trying to defund Obamacare or failing to stop Medicare expansion here in Arizona.
I don’t usually write about sports, and you can all relax, because I’m not going to today.
We get it, David Rich. We really do. (Tribune, “Letter: Dr. King stood up for animal rights, too”; Sept. 3).
If you’re like me, you have some real doubts about increasing our involvement in Syria by responding to that country’s use of deadly gas attacks.