An awesome and ridiculous film that leaves you thrilled beyond the point of your natural endurance
2012
Theatre
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Music
The British pop music industry may be eating itself but if Muse are the pick of what it can offer the world in 2010 then British music is in rude health indeed
Muse
I was smitten by both Gilberts enormous luxuriant moustache and the intelligence and nuance of this highly entertaining play
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Always been a fan but never seen them live. I was ecstatic to be part of this epic event. WOW!
London,
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As a writer, John Sayles has been happy to play the Hollywood game (he's currently working on the script for Jurassic Park IV). But as a writer/director, he remains at the forefront of US independent cinema, telling the stories of those in whom Hollywood has no interest.
In that sense, Honeydripper is classic Sayles: a portrait of the black community in a small Alabama town in the mid-1950s. The run-down bar of the title is a music joint run by Tyrone "Pinetop" Purvis (Danny Glover), a one-time muso with a skeleton in the closet.
Times are a-changing, and the Honeydripper is about to go under. Only a Saturday night gig by Guitar Sam can save it. But Guitar Sam doesn't show up, so a young drifter with a homemade electric guitar is drafted in to save the day.
The pitch-perfect cast is almost entirely black (Charles S Dutton, Sean Patrick Thomas and Vondie Curtis-Hall are especially memorable) and the music is sensational.
But Honeydripper, at 123 minutes, is in need of a trim; its script is a little stagey, and the result is a loving slice of alternative Americana that finally fails to engage as a film.
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