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By Rashod D. Ollison and Rashod D. Ollison,SUN POP MUSIC CRITIC | April 29, 2005
Over the years, hip-hop culture, a multibillion-dollar monster these days, has given us revolutionary, ground-splitting music. Its movies, on the other hand, have never been that great. (Remember Run-DMC's Tougher Than Leather from 1988? Didn't think so.) The latest hip-hop flick to hit theaters, albeit in limited release, is the Damon Dash-directed Death of a Dynasty, a mostly humorless satirical look behind Roc-a-Fella Records, the empire Dash built with iconic rap star Jay-Z. The movie disjointedly follows Dave Katz (Ebon Moss-Bachrach)
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By Scott Timberg and Scott Timberg,SPECIAL TO THE SUN | May 8, 2003
HOLLYWOOD - Since the dawn of time, music has been written to stir, to celebrate, to make its performer seem potent or wise. One way or the other, it's meant to be good. But for a handful of musicians and songwriters during the past three decades, many of them working in film, the task has been to create something awful, even ridiculous. From the forced psychedelic poetry of the Rutles, an affectionate Beatles parody that animated a 1978 mock documentary, to the flamboyant bombast of Spinal Tap, a fake heavy-metal band that powered a 1984 film, to the soulless tunes of the white-blues band Blues Hammer in 2001's Ghost World, this is music designed to be banal instead of imaginative, hackneyed instead of fresh.
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By Moira Macdonald and Moira Macdonald,KNIGHT RIDDER/TRIBUNE | April 29, 2003
SEATTLE - Four actors sit around a table at the Four Seasons one afternoon, without a script in sight. But that's nothing new for director/actor Christopher Guest and actors Fred Willard, Harry Shearer and John Michael Higgins - they're accustomed to working without a script, on Guest's hilarious mockumentaries Waiting for Guffman, Best in Show and the new A Mighty Wind, all of which were improvised for the cameras. Not that there's nothing on paper. "The script looks like a script," explains Higgins (the exuberant shih tzu handler from Best in Show)
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By J.D. Considine and By J.D. Considine,Sun Pop Music Critic | March 7, 1999
At the end of "Still Crazy," Strange Fruit is about to crash and burn. The Fruit -- the fictitious '70s supergroup whose comeback attempt is the film's focus -- are on stage at a big festival, hoping to prove they still have it, when the lead singer (Bill Nighy) freaks out midway through the first number, and the performance shudders to a halt.For a moment, we're sure the band is finished. Then the keyboardist (Stephen Rea) plays a few chords, and the bassist (Jimmy Nail) steps to the microphone to sing "The Flame Still Burns."
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By Ann Hornaday and Ann Hornaday,SUN FILM CRITIC | February 19, 1999
Not since the rockumentary "This is Spinal Tap" have the life and times of a rock band been better documented than in "Still Crazy." The difference between the two movies, of course, is that Strange Fruit, the 1970s erstwhile super-group in "Still Crazy," is fictional, while Spinal Tap is a real band. Right?Actually, Spinal Tap and Strange Fruit would make a perfect fictional double-bill in the stadium tour of your dreams -- assuming your dreams run toward sweet, if slightly pretentious, poseurs whose idea of rock and roll runs to power chords, overwrought gestures and excruciatingly long, operatic yelps.
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By Michael Ollove and Michael Ollove,SUN STAFF | April 25, 1997
In its 150-year history, the town of Blaine, Mo., has managed precisely two accomplishments. First, Blaine became the "Stool Capital of the World." Second, Blaine was the first site on Earth to be visited by a UFO, an event that led to a community potluck dinner aboard a space ship.Blainites do not regard these happenings ironically but with reverence. Their faces convey the uncritical blankness of Dr. Seuss characters. Blainites are not exactly well-endowed in the intellect department.And that makes them easy pickings for Christopher Guest, one of the creators of the brilliant 1983 "rockumentary" "This Is Spinal Tap," who now turns his satiric camera onto phlegmatic Blaine.