There are so many reasons to visit Toronto, the capitol of Ontario, and largest city in Canada. Sitting on the northwest shore of Lake Ontario, it’s the home of magnificent museums (The Royal Ontario Museum, Museum of Contemporary Canadian Art), gorgeous gardens (Toronto Botanical Garden, Colborne Lodge), and spectacular sights (the CN Tower, the Toronto Zoo, the Toronto Islands).
Pianist Diane Birch is one of the hottest young singer-songwriters. Her debut album, 2009’s “Bible Belt,” has made her a rising star, and her live shows have only enhanced that climb.
Jesse Valenzuela, guitarist for the ubiquitous ’90s band The Gin Blossoms, called the group’s new album “traditional Gin Blossoms music.” The album, “No Chocolate Cake,” drops Sept. 28.
"Going the Distance” opens with an average-looking Garrett (Justin Long) getting dumped by a hot girl (Minka Kelly). Hours later, he meets Erin (Drew Barrymore) at a bar. They bond over a pitcher of beer and go home together. Six weeks later, she moves back to San Francisco and they decide to do the long-distance thing.
“The Tillman Story”: He was brilliant that night, popping up all over the field, playing with heart and controlled recklessness. He even recovered an Ahman Green fumble late in the fourth quarter to ensure a shutout over a team that one year earlier ran up 77 points on the three-touchdown underdogs. He would go on to have a remarkable season that ended in a last-minute loss to Ohio State in the Rose Bowl. It was the team’s only defeat and cost the Sun Devils a national championship.
If you savor gangster pictures in the style of Scorsese and De Palma, make a quick getaway to “Mesrine: Public Enemy No. 1,” the conclusion to Jean-Francois Richet’s two-part biopic about the notorious French felon Jacques Mesrine, widely considered to be the Gallic equivalent of John Dillinger.
There is a good chance many of our readers have a pair of binoculars or know someone with them. Even a lowly pair of binoculars are a valuable instrument for bringing you closer to the night sky.
If you’re a fan of crime dramas, but you’ve grown tired of the familiar rhythms of “Law & Order” and “CSI,” allow me to recommend — highly recommend — “Red Riding.”
Three voices and a guitar. That was the concept when Stephen Stills of Buffalo Springfield, Graham Nash of The Hollies and David Crosby of The Bryds came together as a super group in the late 1960s.
Three years have passed since alternative rock band The Graduate released “Anhedonia.” Now, the band is on a record label (Razor & Tie) and is touring across the country.
Thank you, Jimmy Fallon! Finally, an awards show this year we could get excited about. TV’s “Late Night” host and SNL alum did a superb job as host of the 62nd annual Emmy Awards.
Real-life lovers Drew Barrymore and Justin Long are cast as a couple struggling to maintain a long-distance relationship in this R-rated romantic comedy.
“The Expendables” was awful, and the guy who was the best man at my wedding owes me $10.50 and about 90 minutes. Everyone loves lists. Here’s a list of reasons “The Expendables” was terrible, aside from the obvious “It had no choice.”
I've recently decided to assemble a list of my favorites. I'd be remiss if I did not share that list with my readers.
Like Clint Eastwood before him, George Clooney possesses the chiseled looks and hypnotic eyes meant for spaghetti westerns. No dialogue is required because mere expressions convey every emotion simmering beneath his ruggedly handsome face.
Reading “Ice Cold,” Tess Gerritsen’s newest suspense thriller, in the summer heat seems like it would be a good foil to the ubiquitous whine of the air conditioner. In Gerritsen’s latest Rizzoli & Isles novel, there’s so much snow in Wyoming ski country that it’s tough to find out where the bodies are buried.
It's been five years since Katrina struck New Orleans and broken levees loosed water and all hell on the city.
My name is Elizabeth, and I’m addicted to J.J. Abrams.
She wrote the ultimate tale of blind obedience to tradition - “The Lottery” – that still retains its primitive, chilling power, even as the horror genre nowadays is overrun with pinup boy werewolves and fidgety vampires who sparkle.
The plot is paper thin. The writing is atrocious. The violence is senseless. The action is unbelievable. And the heroes – and villains – are expendable in every way (meaning I simply couldn’t care less who lived or died). But this flick’s flaws are what make it fun. If you bought a ticket to “The Expendables” expecting anything more or less, you just weren’t paying attention. The poster, for crying out loud, features a skull framed by wings of machineguns and mega knives.
