Local Arts

The curtain goes up on the first of six plays in five days at the Peace River Zone Theatre Festival tonight.

Splashing together dashes of witty repartee with magnetic allure and touches of middling excitement, "Date Night" threw me in two conflicting, although indirectly similar, directions.

"Hot Tub Time Machine" delves into crude, volatile crassness; it is immature and sloppy with unfounded, idiotic idioms; subtlety is not its idyllic flavour; and it enables alcoholic, drugged-out rampages--and, I say, all the better.

Figuratively speaking, movies--everlasting or present material--are potent enough to build enormous landmarks, shape creed and weather depression.

In the world of Burton, invention is scattered in limitless abundance; dreams are deemed reality, just as reality, in short supply, is judged as a dream; and nightmarish atmosphere--sleepily moving--is attendant, in mind, at all times.

Movie Review: Clash of the Titans

Traditionally, movies inspire equalization to the author's previous works, but, with aspired learning, can gravitate to larger achievements; visionaries in animation are no different.

Fort St. John music lovers, prepare to be astounded.

"She's Out of My League" provides the perfect scoring system--from dud, to moodle, to hottie--as an ironic self-evaluation, rated, accordingly, from one to ten.