The Sapphires is an inspirational tale set at the height of the Vietnam War about a quartet of young, talented singers from a remote Aboriginal mission, discovered and guided by a kind-hearted, soul-loving manager. Plucked from obscurity, the four spirited women with powerhouse voices - called The Sapphires - are given the opportunity to entertain American troops in Vietnam.
In this film festival mega-hit Patrick Huard stars as David Wosniak, a 42-year old lovable but perpetual screw up who finally decides to take control of his life. A habitual sperm donor in his youth, he discovers that he's the biological father of 533 children, 142 of whom are trying to force the fertility clinic to reveal the true identity of the prolific donor code-named "Starbuck." (Rated R. 1 hr. 49 mins)
Experience Thalian’s new projection and sound system with a restored version of this mind-bending sci-fi symphony. Stanley Kubrick's landmark 1968 epic pushed the limits of narrative and special effects toward a meditation on technology and humanity. Based on Arthur C. Clarke's story The Sentinel, Kubrick and Clarke's four-part screenplay centers on astronauts David Bowman (Keir Dullea) and Frank Poole (Gary Lockwood) on their mission to discover the origin of a mysterious space monolith.
Some may say it's an overused standby, but thank you so much … for playing Carmina Burana on Wednesday! I will never grow tired of it and always turn up the volume real high listening at home or in the car. There's a past NPR story in which Scott Simon talks about why so many artists have performed the piece. Were the words really written by monks?
I seldom listen to HQR because I detest ‘chatter radio’, i.e. Talk of the Nation and Diane Rehm. And when I accidentally catch A Smooth Landing I do NOT recognize this as my station. I really enjoy Wait Wait. That’s my 2 cents, for what it’s worth.
Looking toward next week's Cinematique showing of Senna at Thalian Hall, I'm taken back to the craziness of my teenage fascination with driving fast in fast machines. But unlike other Southern boys I was enthralled by sports cars and European Formula One racing rather than dragsters and stock cars. My heroes were Jim Clark, Graham Hill, Emerson Fittipaldi, and Jackie Stewart. My first car was a 1957 Triumph TR-3 that I found under a tarp in a neighbor's garage. Over the years, my admiration for the athleticism, intuition and intelligence of the great drivers has never waned.