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‘American Hustle’ – Guest Reviewer, Samantha Jones of Movie Watcher’s Guide

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**NO SPOILERS!**

Review By:  Samantha Jones of Movie Watcher’s Guide

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The first thing I need to address is Jennifer Lawrence. She is going to get another Oscar for this movie. Guaranteed. She is beyond phenomenal in this role. It might be one of the greatest performances of all time. A combination of Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface and Marisa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny. But ten times better. Just brilliant.

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The other star of the film is the costuming. Fabbity fab fab! 70′s disco attire at its finest. I’ve had an overwhelming desire to wear sequins and fur coats since the trailer hit. And boy, do Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence rock those dresses like nobody’s business! But what is with Jennifer Lawrence’s hair? Did they actually wear that hairstyle in the 70′s? Who cares. It is awesome. Doing it.

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Basically, this film can only be described with one word. SEXY. Whether it is because of the gorgeous actresses, their attire, and their provocative roles, or the film’s plot and characters. It is a film about con artists. People screwing each other over. People losing their shit. People doing truly despicable things. People being really pathetic. What is sexier than that?

The soundtrack is awesome. One of the best of the year. It is just damn cool. Even Jennifer Lawrence rocks out to one of the songs in the film (best scene in the whole movie). And after a particular night club scene, my new goal is to go out dancing to Donna Summer’sI Feel Love.”

 

Now if you were to ask me what exactly happens in the movie and what happened at the end, I couldn’t really tell you in detail. People get scammed. Screwed over, etc. Don’t ask me questions. I’m not exactly sure. But this movie is not driven by the plot. It is driven by the performances of Amy Adams, Christian Bale, Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence, and Jeremy Renner. Period. They are all incredible. The only other film this year that offers any sort of competition when it comes to acting is 12 Years A Slave. These two films are gonna go head to head. At least in the supporting actor and actress categories. I have a feeling it will come down to Lawrence and Fassbender though. They are your winners.

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Anyway, American Hustle is cool, sexy, and funny. What more do you want in a movie? Definitely worth the ticket price. Go see it!

Thank you, Samantha!! xoxo 

Chris Cornell Acoustic Seattle Concert – Guest Reviewer, Erin M.

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Seattle’s Rock God, Chris Cornell

Photo: Jake Chessum

Walking into Benaroya Hall on Sunday night was a little bit like walking into a small, dark smoky bar just like in the late ‘80’s or early 90’s. Wait. It as nothing like it AT ALL. I jokingly looked at one of the many people waiting for their cocktails asking, “Who are all these OLD people here at the Chris Cornell show”? The cheerful reaction to my sarcasm started making me feel at home. I sat at my seat waiting to see an amazing show, and when our very own Chris Cornell walked out to huge screams and people jumping to their feet, the familiar vibe was back. I was in Church. An uplifting, emotional, sad, soulful and ultimately connecting service with Chris at the pulpit.

PREACH!
PREACH!

 

Chris started off thanking Seattle for their years of support and then gave us what we were all waiting ; and OH, so much more…

We ate up the first several songs. A few from Audioslave, a lot from Soundgarden, Chris’s solo work, and a couple from various soundtracks. He gave us an inside view of his fanboy tendencies by telling us that “You Know My Name” from the James Bond film, “Casino Royale” was really about his excitement of having his name put on the same “list” as none other than Paul McCartney. “Sshh! Don’t tell anyone.”

Ben Shepherd joined him for two incredible tunes complete with big bear hugs and kind words spoken from the stage. Great memories. I was wondering what covers would be played when Chris ( and yes, WE call him that here in Seattle!)  started chatting with the audience about how he was playing around mixing up a couple of tunes and I heard a couple of familiar notes from U2’s classic “One”. Wait. There is something different, yet familiar. Holy mackerel! Chris sang the lyrics to “One” by Metallica! You ingenious dog, you.

 

Continuing on with my Church metaphor, the second Chris went into “Man of Golden Words”,  Julia and I wrapped our arms around each other as hard as we could, remembering Seattle’s own Andy Wood.

Then, as if we weren’t feeling emotional enough, Chris blessed us with three songs from Temple of the Dog.. Chris then invited Bhi Bhiman, his unassuming opening act, a clever singer-songwriter to join him to perform the epic “Hunger Strike”. Bhi’s parents are from Sri Lanka, he was born in Missouri and idolized Soundgarden as a teen. A dream come true for him, as well as for us, during Sunday Evening Church . He is a talented guitarist, songwriter and has a voice like buttah!

 

 

Praise be.

 

And how about the song written for Seattle?? Audioslave’sOriginal Fire”Listen to Chris tell another story of how one of his most  badass songs came about…

 

 

He did a fantastic version of “A Day in the Life” by the Beatles and then he left the stage. What? Oh no. We know you, Chris–you will be back, and you didn’t disappoint. For five more encores, Chris kept us enthralled, happy and overflowing with faith, and even dedicated the final song to his longtime bandmates in Soundgarden.

We hope some of you were there, worshiping right along with us, but if not, hopefully these videos will help you see the light.

Peace Be With You.  Amen.

 

Madonna at Yankee Stadium in NYC! Today’s Guest Reviewer, Linda B.!

 

Buckle UP, Bitches.

By: Linda B

 

Madonna’s got some issues and she’s working them ALL out on this tour. But first things first.

The weather in New York City wasn’t just bad, it was scary bad. Tornados in Queens and Brooklyn scary bad. I didn’t even think the show was going to happen. Hours of hand-wringing ensued. Of course the show happened. Takes more than some twisty wind to stop shit from going down in the Bronx, yo. The rain came down, so we all just Yankee poncho-ed up and, as we were all worshiping in the Church of the Eternal Madonna for the night anyway, let it become a constant baptism. Washing away our sins, cleansing our souls. Which was helpful, because holy shit, girl’s got some THINGS she is upset about and clearly wants us all to help her through. What, I don’t know. But she’s pissed about something. Or multiple things.

I’ll be honest here, I’m an old-school fan. I want Borderline and Cherish and Lucky Star, all that crap. I don’t even know anything past Ray of Light. So this show was really not for me in theory. Thankfully, my friend has already been all over the world to see her and he prepped me for what was to come. “This is going to be dark. Brace yourself, honey“.

Some DJ opened, I couldn’t care less. Spent that time running around trying to find a small concert shirt specifically made for that show with the Yankees logo. Scored! The show started at about 10:20. I’m not fucking kidding you, it opens with a huge epic cathedral on what I heard were the largest screens on a tour ever (does Roger Waters know that??).  Looks like you could walk into it and head right into a confessional.

A ginormous thurible spewing incense (maybe just smoke) swings over the stage, monks are chanting in robes, and then you hear the infamous, “GOD?” and the joint goes batshit. And neither she nor the crowd stops to get their breath for at least the next hour. (Seriously. She didn’t stop. Not even for water. Fucking impressive.) And speaking of confessionals, I’m pretty sure that’s what she had in mind for this whole gig. Get in a room and let it out. With her people.

Even God wouldn’t do this. Holy shit.

Look, I can go on and on in detail about how the songs were arranged, her lack of any discernible guitar playing skills, mediocre singing abilities, the Botox, the terrifyingly toned muscles… but every other review has done that. What I wanna get into is, what the HELL is going on with her?? I loved every second of it, but it all struck me as someone who narrowly missed having a nervous breakdown a bit ago and has, uh, lived to tell the tale.

Girl Gone Wild into Revolver into Gang bang where there are a LOT of guns and dark imagery and then an elaborate game of dance-y cat and mouse plays out in the set of a cheap hotel room, only to have her shoot said manmouse the in the head. Repeatedly. “Shot my lover in the head.” With dark blood splattering all over the video screen behind her. Yowza! Looked like a Tarantino movie, so I loved it. But it wasn’t for the faint of heart. Or for people looking for Crazy For You.

“Say what again, motherfucker!”

Moving on we get some Papa Don’t Preach and Hung Up. There’s some other stuff from records I really should own by now but don’t and then into Express Yourself/Born This Way. My globe-trotting Madonna Super Fan and I debated whether Gaga is in on the joke or it’s a bitter jab at the kid. We didn’t agree on it. Also in there somewhere was a kick-ASS marching band segment (they were flying over the stage, for Christ sakes!) and similar stuff to what we all saw during the Super Bowl half-time show. Very cool in person. Added some pep to the rally!

Just wait, you’ll see this on campuses everywhere sooner or later.
World’s oldest/sexiest majorette.

Next up: Berets and Basque. Yeah, I don’t know, either. But she broke it down starting with a long-ish rant about rights and freedoms and letting people be who they are (go on, girl!) which eventually led to some singing in Basque and a completely re-worked version of Open Your Heart. You couldn’t dance to it so much. It was kinda stompy. Cool, but stompy.

“Nire txapel nire larrimina antolatzen…”

All of this was fairly un-joyous. Last time I saw her was on the Blonde Ambition Tour, so I’m used to a fun, happy, sexy romp of pop tunes and buff dancers. While the marching band was a bit of upbeat energy, all of it still felt like she was working out some emotional shit. Deep emotional shit. Madonna’s got some things on her mind and she’s not screwing around anymore. Time to unleash it. I am *totally* cool with that. It made for a much more interesting show. If I wanted a dance party, I could have gone to a club in the Castro. No, I flew 3000 miles to see her in both our adopted home because I wanted to know where she is these days. And hey, I don’t know her from anything, but it strikes me as if she’s been through some hard times and like any real artist, let it out in her music/performance. I was riveted.

All hail the Cone Bra

Okay, okay, okay, we finally got to the good stuff. My favorite Madonna showed up in her pinstripe pants, a tie and the cone bra. You know her, the overly sexual one who gender-bends her way through hazy, hypnotic orgasm beats. Justify My Love with new but familiar images projecting on the screen. Black and white, wait, what is she doing there, was that a lady or a dude, are they…? YES! Now we’re tawkin’. Vogue/Candy Shop/Human Nature.

Others may strike better poses, but who got ‘em to do it in the first place?!

Who wants to see a 54-year old woman strip? I do! I do! Thank god, because that’s exactly what she proceeds to do. Or sorta does. You’ve probably already seen the pictures/videos. We weren’t lucky enough to get overt nipple, but we did get a pretty solid amount of ass. (And while we’re on that topic, yes, it IS a solid ass. Whatever, she’s smoking hot. Still.)

We got some nipple…
Minus the hip bruise, your backside has never looked that good. And never will.

 

Here’s where it gets dark again. By now we all know when she strips down there’s a word-of-the-night on scrawled on her back. Pussy Riot, Obama…tonight we got Forgive.

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And then came a few moments about how she has to forgive people, but mostly and firstly, she has to forgive herself. A lone piano man played Like A Virgin in minor chords and she sang it like a funeral dirge, while rolling around the stage, reminiscent of her former trite self. Now THIS was some fascinating stuff.

 

I was sad and blue…

 

At one point, we’re pretty sure she was genuinely tearing up. No, it’s wasn’t the rain. Tears, actual tears. She was choked up. Wow. Honestly, that felt like a gift right there. That’s a side of this woman you just don’t run into publicly. She was purging some demons right there. I wasn’t expecting that at all. I even got a little misty over it.

The next piece was a perfect example of why I’ll always love this woman. Nobody Knows Me featured a video montage of very disturbing images, meant to make you upset, make you think, make you FEEL, which culminated in tributes to several young people who have recently taken their own lives after being bullied for being gay. Heartbreaking. Dear Madonna, thank you. I really mean that. You had our backs long before any other public figure did and have not given up on speaking our on our behalf ever since…

(No photos, couldn’t take my eyes off the screens.) Are we having fun yet? In some fucked up way, yeah, totally! The home stretch: I’m Addicted, I’m A Sinner and…ahhhhhhhh….there they are. The gospel choir in their long, graceful robes file out onto the stage, the opening organ notes fill this newly minted cathedral and we finally get everyone’s redemption going with Like A Prayer. You know what’s mind-blowing? Being in a sold-out show at Yankee Stadium with Madonna leading us all in her glorious prayer. Amazing. Get the chills amazing. It was the only “old” song she did in its entirety the way you’re used to hearing it (well, Vogue, too, I guess) and goddamn, thank you for that. At one point she was on the part of the stage that juts into the crowd, rain coming down, arms in the air and I’m pretty sure we saw our former Material Girl get baptized right in front of us. Born again. Fucking excellent.

Let the choir sing.

 

Preach.

 

The show did end with the till then missing dance party. Celebration closed it out, lots of brightly colored cubes, DJs, dancing, her hair down, cutting loose, having a blast. We’ve come full circle. Benediction complete.

Celebration, indeed.

I’ve seen hundred of concerts and this was one of the most entertaining I’ve ever witnessed. This is someone who, despite her enormous fame, has struggled for artistic legitimacy every step of the way. I believe she’s damn well earned it with this show. (I’m actually one of those who think she earned it 30 yrs ago, but for my argument’s sake…)

Get it, Girl.

And while it’s been mired in controversy and some negative reviews, I think it’s bold, brave and brilliant. Looking forward to seeing her turn Madison Square Garden into a House of the Holy in November.

 

 All Photos Exclusively Used By Dipped in Cream With Permission By Linda B.