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Pledge, DISCLOSE and Assassinate!

The author is reporting from a city infested by mutant monsters. Not another lame zombie or vampire flick, but New York City under siege by bedbugs.
Remember 1994? A half-million slaughtered in Rwanda, Nancy Kerrigan's knee clubbed to help Tonya Harding, O.J. “maybe” killing his wife and lover, Richard Nixon mercifully dying, and a guy who left his wife on her deathbed for a better offer named Newt Gingrich announcing something called “Contract With America.” That contract had eight key policy points, and helped Republicans win the midterm elections.

Posted inCulture

Write: not fiction

(This column is for some of Bend's medical practitioners – and for any of you who have experienced insulting behavior as a patient. If you recognize yourself in this story, be you patient, client, nurse, physician's assistant or doctor, consider the implications – and the Hippocratic Oath.)

Posted inCulture

Bursting Bubbles: Oliver Stone's Wall Street sequel leaves hope for human nature, but none for the economy

Leave it to Oliver Stone to churn out a sequel for Wall Street after 23 years, and manage to make it an eccentric and sometimes compelling flick. This time it's good versus evil under the umbrella of the financial crisis and mortgage debacle. You'd think the politically savvy Stone would be all over this in a JFK conspiracy way, but instead he uses the fall of the American empire to serve as a backdrop for an old-fashioned love story. Stone's direction is far from the psychedelic onslaught of Natural Born Killers

Posted inCulture

The Shallow End: A talented cast slums through You Again

This is one of those movies where you find yourself smiling and even laughing out loud a few times while it's running, but then it ends and you feel a little violated. It made me wonder if director Andy Fickman had actually ever met a real live woman before, or if he'd only read about them in Misogynist Weekly. Every woman in this movie is vindictive, petty, cruel and duplicitous. Every man in the film is simpleminded yet benevolent. And every audience member is punished during the seemingly endless 105-minute running time, except for the shrieking pack of high-school girls in the back of the theater. They loved every single word of You Again, causing me to fear for the future of this country. Again.

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Reach for the Sky: Halo raises the bar on single shooter action

What's so important about the planet of Reach? Is it the way that all the native grasses sway in unison when the wind blows? Maybe it’s the urban architecture, which has the soulless, open style of shopping malls and airport terminals. Or perhaps it’s the planet’s collection of anti-aircraft batteries, superpowered shield generators, spacecraft launchpads and other significant military installations, none of which seem to be defended by an army of any size or skill.

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The Land of Spotted Dick

Here's what we know so far about England: (1) It's also called “Britain.” (2) It's about the size of Kansas – and for some reason, we still give a crap about what they have to say. (3) It has something to do with Wales and Scotland – but holyfreakingcrap, don't dare get them mixed up.

Posted inMusic

Bend Roots Goes Huge

Near the end of almost every set the Bend Roots Revival this weekend, the band or performer would say something like, “Isn't Bend Roots great?” or else thank festival creator Mark Ransom for his efforts to continue the celebration of local music. We at Sound Check gladly echo those sentiments because last weekend's fifth-annual Bend Roots was instantly memorable and, as we often say, the best party of the year.

Posted inMusic

Blonde Redhead: Penny Sparkle

Blonde Redhead
Penny Sparkle
4ad Records
It's hard to be critical of Blonde Redhead. The longtime New York trio always has gorgeous vocals, unique instrumentation and an otherworldly sound. Even at their weakest, this is a band that never lacks taste.
That's my long disclaimer for this: I am disappointed by Penny Sparkle. I'm not mad at it. It doesn't make me want to puke. It's just that it seems to lack the depth and range of emotion of 23 and Misery is a Butterfly – and I think Blonde Redhead fans need that diversity. Because when Kazu Makino, the band's singer, is sad, she's suicidal. And when the band picks her up off the ground and speeds things up, she's still no cheerleader.

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