mark Wahlberg and the world’s largest bowling bag on tour. M. Night doesn't make horror movies; he makes long Twilight Zone episodes.
Shyamalan is known for his narrative twist and turns and surprise endings, but he can't conjure his way out of The Happening's poorly executed script. Most of M's tricks are here but the gimmicks are starting to resemble an aging genre hack. Even his obligatory Hitchcock-esque cameo isn't onscreen-the credits are the only place you'll find him.
Unfortunately right when the film gets eerie, it also gets stupid. Underdeveloped characters are complemented by dismal performances from the actors. The initial scene with Elliot (Mark Wahlberg) and Julian (John Leguizamo) is about as phony as movie dialogue gets. And Elliot's marriage to Alma (Zooey Deschanel) isn't remotely convincing. Soap opera dialogue runs rampant with idiotic attempts at tension-releasing comedic banter. The relationship between the two leads is so cute and demeaning that I almost left the theater. Wahlberg plays a guy who keeps it together in the face of doom, but his wimp voice and crybaby attitude dominate the entire evacuation sojourn. He more or less just walks through the role. He had a few chances to chew up the scene. Instead he's a perpetual one-note grimace. Deschanel just runs around batting her baby blues like some kind of coma victim showing us vapidity gone wild. Responding to the theory that terrorists have devised a toxin to make people kill themselves, Alma utters the ridiculous line, "Just when you think no more evil could be invented…"
Not Happening: M. Night Shyamalan’s latest thriller is all scenery and no substance
Edward Norton Pumps It Up: Who needs steroids when there’s gamma radiation?
all this just for a free blood pressure test?Edward Norton finally gets to play a Hollywood hunk, albeit a large green one. The actor's usual cool demeanor gets ripped in this film as fast as his muscles do, morphing from the research scientist Bruce Banner into Marvel Comics' super-conflicted-hero character, The Incredible Hulk. Not to be confused with director Ang Lee's 2003 take on the comic book character, this rendition is not a sequel; it's an entirely new version of the story. In what quickly evolves into a fast-paced paced political thriller, the first half of which bears resemblance to The Bourne Ultimatum, Norton's acting undergoes its own transformation. Not that he'll be an Oscar contender for this roll, but as Banner the actor's intelligence is infused with as much passion, wonder and determination as a film about a super hero will allow. While reinventing the Hulk, though, he's just kick-ass strong.
Following a secret US military science project gone awry in the nation's capitol, the action jumps to Brazil where Banner's earnest character draws us into what appears to be the life of an adventurous, backpack toting post-grad student. He hides out in a color-faded hovel with his loyal dog, while learning Portuguese, meditating for anger control, and working among the natives in a bottling company. I found this part of the film much more interesting-particularly visually-than I had expected. Like Jason Bourne, Banner is a fugitive trying to avoid the US government's radar, and eventually he's forced into a chase scene on foot, only instead of Bourne's Tangiers, we follow our man breathlessly as he races through a ramshackle barrio of Rio de Janeiro.
Patio Style: A survey of some summertime dining faves
It took some time to arrive but it seems that summer has finally settled into Central Oregon. Now that it’s here, it’s time to take stock of some of the new outdoor dining options around town, as well as some of the standbys.
ANTHONY’S HOMEPORT
475 SW Powerhouse Dr., Shops at the Old Mill District. 389-8998. Anthony’s is part of a small Seattle-based chain that has found a niche here in Bend’s Old Mill. Best known for its excellent summertime patio dining when patrons can watch the river roll by, and, on occasion, eavesdrop on a Les Schwab Amphitheater headliner, Anthony’s specializes in seafood, but offers a diverse menu. (Try the halibut tacos for lunch.) A sleek open kitchen offers diners a distinctly modern experience without the froufrou dishes.
BEND BREWING COMPANY
1019 NW Brooks St. 383-1599 Size isn’t everything when it comes to patio dining, and, ahem, other stuff too. Case in point, the BBC’s backyard patio where patrons can sip down a local micro while watching the Deschutes River roll by. A special thanks to the real estate slowdown on this one, as the patio would have been boxed in by adjacent development before the slump pulled the rug out from the project. Oh well, guess we’ll just have to cry in our beer. BBC’s atmosphere, food and locally crafted beers have earned it a large and loyal clientele in Bend’s crowded brewpub market. Check out Local’s Night on Tuesdays starting at 4 p.m. when the pints are $2.25.
Patio Style: A survey of some summertime dining faves
It took some time to arrive but it seems that summer has finally settled into Central Oregon. Now that it's here, it's time to take stock of some of the new outdoor dining options around town, as well as some of the standbys.
ANTHONY'S HOMEPORT
475 SW Powerhouse Dr., Shops at the Old Mill District. 389-8998. Anthony's is part of a small Seattle-based chain that has found a niche here in Bend's Old Mill. Best known for its excellent summertime patio dining when patrons can watch the river roll by, and, on occasion, eavesdrop on a Les Schwab Amphitheater headliner, Anthony's specializes in seafood, but offers a diverse menu. (Try the halibut tacos for lunch.) A sleek open kitchen offers diners a distinctly modern experience without the froufrou dishes.
BEND BREWING COMPANY
1019 NW Brooks St. 383-1599 Size isn't everything when it comes to patio dining, and, ahem, other stuff too. Case in point, the BBC's backyard patio where patrons can sip down a local micro while watching the Deschutes River roll by. A special thanks to the real estate slowdown on this one, as the patio would have been boxed in by adjacent development before the slump pulled the rug out from the project. Oh well, guess we'll just have to cry in our beer. BBC's atmosphere, food and locally crafted beers have earned it a large and loyal clientele in Bend's crowded brewpub market. Check out Local's Night on Tuesdays starting at 4 p.m. when the pints are $2.25.
Quick Bites: Obama, wine, and you
tSW’s wine column remained neutral through the primary season, but with Senator Barack Obama now the Democratic Party’s presumptive nominee, and the rhetoric between the Obama and McCain camps heating up, the time has come to weigh in.
Naturally, we vote in our own self interest, and so it is fair to ask “What will an Obama presidency mean to me, as a wine drinker?” At first blush, this seems like a fairly straightforward question. The Republicans unveiled their disdain for the French position against the Iraq war by renaming freedom fries, and effectively defeated Democratic candidate John Kerry by suggesting he “looked French.” Quel horror! One would presume, then, that French wines, and by association, the act of wine drinking, would be given short shrift in a Republican administration.
Recall then candidate Bush’s reply to Barbara Walters probing questions on 20/20 during the 2000 election: “There’s nothing better than a cold beer…” And then there was the 2007 G8 summit when he was caught “sipping” beer. And of course we can’t ignore the fact that Senator McCain has married into a well-heeled Arizona beer distribution family. Pretty scary stuff. Obama, for his part, seems every bit the wine connoisseur. He maintains a 1000-bottle cellar at his home in Chicago, and some of his campaign events have reportedly sold bottles of zinfandel with the candidate’s face on the label. Obama Zin. It has a ring to it.
Quick Bites: Obama, wine, and you
tSW's wine column remained neutral through the primary season, but with Senator Barack Obama now the Democratic Party's presumptive nominee, and the rhetoric between the Obama and McCain camps heating up, the time has come to weigh in.
Naturally, we vote in our own self interest, and so it is fair to ask "What will an Obama presidency mean to me, as a wine drinker?" At first blush, this seems like a fairly straightforward question. The Republicans unveiled their disdain for the French position against the Iraq war by renaming freedom fries, and effectively defeated Democratic candidate John Kerry by suggesting he "looked French." Quel horror! One would presume, then, that French wines, and by association, the act of wine drinking, would be given short shrift in a Republican administration.
Recall then candidate Bush's reply to Barbara Walters probing questions on 20/20 during the 2000 election: "There's nothing better than a cold beer…" And then there was the 2007 G8 summit when he was caught "sipping" beer. And of course we can't ignore the fact that Senator McCain has married into a well-heeled Arizona beer distribution family. Pretty scary stuff. Obama, for his part, seems every bit the wine connoisseur. He maintains a 1000-bottle cellar at his home in Chicago, and some of his campaign events have reportedly sold bottles of zinfandel with the candidate's face on the label. Obama Zin. It has a ring to it.
Come For the View: Taking it in at Brasada Ranch’s Blue Olive
It’s all about atmosphere at Blue olive. In a place like Brasada Ranch every thing is rustic luxury: The views, the big timbered lodge, the perfectly manicured golf course. The dining room is no exception. Deliberately distressed wood floors and high ceilings complement huge picture windows that overlook rolling hills of native fescue and a faux train bridge. The atmosphere conjures images of the Old West, only here it’s the Old West without the dust and smelly work animals.
The menu at the ranch’s signature restaurant, The Blue Olive, is an ode to the “cattlemen of Oregon who helped shape and tame the wild ranges of Central Oregon” and offers beef from local rancher Matt Borlen. Chef John Nelson has filled the menu with beef dishes as well as a fair amount of seafood, pork and pasta.
Rather than making multiple trips to Brasada, I brought lots of dining companions in order to truly sample the menu. The six of us sat down at a large table flanked with windows showcasing a colorful twilight sky.
Come For the View: Taking it in at Brasada Ranch’s Blue Olive
It’s all about atmosphere at Blue olive. In a place like Brasada Ranch every thing is rustic luxury: The views, the big timbered lodge, the perfectly manicured golf course. The dining room is no exception. Deliberately distressed wood floors and high ceilings complement huge picture windows that overlook rolling hills of native fescue and a faux train bridge. The atmosphere conjures images of the Old West, only here it's the Old West without the dust and smelly work animals.
The menu at the ranch's signature restaurant, The Blue Olive, is an ode to the "cattlemen of Oregon who helped shape and tame the wild ranges of Central Oregon" and offers beef from local rancher Matt Borlen. Chef John Nelson has filled the menu with beef dishes as well as a fair amount of seafood, pork and pasta.
Rather than making multiple trips to Brasada, I brought lots of dining companions in order to truly sample the menu. The six of us sat down at a large table flanked with windows showcasing a colorful twilight sky.
The Summer of Furtado: A new record in the making, Tony Furtado returns to Bend
Bluegrass is only skin deep. Tony Furtado very well might seem like a perfectionist upon first inspection. But that might not be completely accurate. First he's not a jerk. Invariably, perfectionists are jerks, mostly by necessity. Striving for perfection just has that effect on people. Perhaps it's more accurate to just say that Furtado really cares about his music.
Furtado is packing his bags for a trip to Boston when I catch up with him on a Friday afternoon and he's telling me about the plans for his new record, which is the reason he's heading across the country from his home in Portland. About a year and a half ago, Furtado released Thirteen, his 13th record featuring 13 songs (not a coincidence) and while the CD enjoyed a favorable response, he nonetheless had some reservations about the product. And this is where the hints of perfectionism come through - only to be quickly and casually quelled by an air of realism that seems to have been shaped by Furtado's lengthy recording career.
"In the end you just have to let it go. Everyone around me is like 'this is great!' so you have to kind of be like, 'cool,' and let it go," Furtado says.
Austin’s Latest Drama Show
Shearwater
Rook
Matador
Upon the first few listens of Shearwater's Rook, I wanted to synch up the tracks to the cartoon version of Watership Down or The Last Unicorn, ala Dark Side of the Moon/Wizard of Oz. Rook is an album worth immersing yourself in, front to back.
The Austin-based indie band (which began as a side project of the equally dramatic Okkervil River) has created a vast lyrical narrative that is darkly beautiful and visually apocalyptical. Opening with the lines "From the wreck of the ark to the fading day of our star," lead singer Jonathan Meiburg's voice oscillates between choirboy delicate and forceful, while complex arrangements consisting of strings, harp, piano and bugle tell the story of a world gone wrong. The rockin' title track describes scenes more ominous than a Hitchcock film. The song "Century Eyes" warns: "You are not the last of this house, or the first to go over the side." And "I Was A Cloud" holds no empathy for the naivety of our sad hero with lines like, "Your frantic waving did not provoke feeling/But this little one/Steady your wings now sparrow."

