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Coming to theatres (in a limited release) on December 23rd is Wim Wenders’ documentary about Pina Bausch, the German-born modern dancer and choreographer who has influenced modern dancing since the Seventies. I've seen the film and I can testify to this: Pina is quite simply gorgeous to watch. Bausch, as expected, is a bit of an eccentric bird but it’s all good. She delivers the goods and her Tanztheater, the performance style that she created as artistic thrust

With rum-soaked deadpan bemusement, Johnny Depp plays Kemp, a new reporter at the worst newspaper in Puerto Rico. Kemp is a talented writer and a talented drinker at a newspaper short of the former and full of the latter. His adventures in Puerto Rico range from drinking to cockfighting to bowling to drinking. He pools his poor pay for a crummy apartment with a pair of oddball newsmen (Michael Rispoli and

Don’t expect the Ides of March to overturn the established wisdom regarding politics, i.e., anyone entering that world do so at their own peril--this is still the dirtiest game in town. The optimistic hopey-changey Hollywood message died with “Mr. Smith goes to Washington.” Nowadays, disillusionment and a hardening of both heartstrings and arteries are bound to occur. But despite not delivering anything new, the film carries