'Way of the Gun' heads in a confusing way
Bullets, blood and bag men compete for top billing in the dusty, craggy landscapes of California and Mexico as several equally malevolent criminal factions battle it out in "The Way of the Gun."
Bullets, blood and bag men compete for top billing in the dusty, craggy landscapes of California and Mexico as several equally malevolent criminal factions battle it out in "The Way of the Gun."
The title of the movie is pretty sketchy. To call these four men, who went on tour in the winter of 2000 and who have had moderate success on television "The Original Kings of Comedy," is a stretch to say the least. Even if the definition were narrowed to the original kings of black comedy, one wonders who gave them permission to steal the title from Richard Pryor or even Eddie Murphy.
Shay dances naked in a dark little bar filled with big talk, small talk, smoke and music. It's a place where half-naked women smile at red-faced men. It's a place where money, lots of money, is pushed between boobs, under g-strings and hidden in bras. Some love it, some hate it and a few who work or go there never admit it. Regardless, dancing at Night Moves pays Shay's bursar bill.
Some people were led to believe from the trailer that Keanu Reeves could actually be decent as the strangling serial killer in "The Watcher." Too bad they were wrong. This movie is so predictable viewers will be wondering where their two hours went, and not the least bit scared.
This year's Bloomingtonfest marks Steve Duginske's most intense effort to bring together a unique mix of music and community. Although the third annual festival kicks off tonight, Bloomingtonfest's story starts more than 10 years ago in Carmel, Ind., Duginske's home town.
Bloomingtonfest offers up a weekend when no one can grumble: "There is nothing to do." The fest ' now in its third year ' brings in bands and musicians from all over the country and provides an entire weekend experience.
With the exception of soaps and now "Survivor," summer television is usually a vast wasteland of reruns, clip shows, reality specials and brand new episodes of programs that were officially canceled after two shows in the fall. Consumed by boredom and needing something to fill some of my taste for quality comedy, drama and admittedly attractive men, I decided to turn myself over to a higher power: this summer I stopped watching TV.
HBO's prison drama "Oz" is depressing enough to make Kathy Lee Gifford stick a .357 Magnum in her mouth. It's more violent than Miss Piggy on crack, and it has more man-on-man rape than a Gore Vidal novel. It's also one of the best shows on television.
Myles Brand and Kent Harvey are near the top of the "People I really don't want to be this week" list. But both pale in comparison to number one ' our humanitarian friend Mark David Chapman.
There are a few things in life that I'd like to do. I'd like to convince the editors at the Village Voice to allow me to report on the Mets. I'd like to discover a cure for sickle cell anemia, feed and clothe the homeless, find inner peace and come up with a really great recipe for beef cannelloni.
So what parties are we going to be fashionably late to this weekend? Why not have a party themed after a certain decade?
The line of students snakes down the street and around the corner. As they get ready to enter the bar, it's easy to see why it is the second largest in Indiana. It's not even the weekend yet, and tonight 17 Kilroy's Sports bartenders will serve 1,500 people.
Bob Knight not only help the University on the courts, but off the courts as well. Knight made an effort to raise money for athletics and academics. Not only is the basketball program almost completely funded by outside donations, but Knight made large yearly personal contributions to the Main Library as well.
It was the house of cards that coaching legend Bob Knight built. And all it took to knock it down was a slip of the tongue. Kent Harvey said he didn't mean any disrespect. He saw Knight as he and three friends were walking through a corridor in Assembly Hall.
Thousands of IU students turned out Wednesday night to show enthusiasm for Bob Knight, who said he has always prided himself on supporting and representing the student body.

“The General” had his last stand Wednesday night in front of more than 6,000 people. Coach Knight bid IU goodbye in an emotional speech in Dunn Meadow. Bob Knight fans and protesters from across the region turned out to hear what he had to say. Knight addressed everything from his future plans to the reason for his termination.
So, heard of any big news lately? I was going to write a column about the Coach Knight situation, but then I remembered that you guys have heard, seen, read and said it all. It's not like I'm going to unearth some new outlook that will make everyone in America say, "Oh! What an insightful writer. Now my whole viewpoint has changed!" And what do I know about basketball, anyway? So I will go ahead and write about something else.
It's the fourth day since the incident, and I am still ashamed. And no, I'm not ashamed of our University's president or its former basketball coach. I'm ashamed to call myself an Indiana University student.