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Dude, Where's My Short Term Memory
There's a point in the new Sandler-Barrymore joint 50 First Dates in which a psychiatrist (played by Dan Ackroyd -- ouch Dan, ouch) tells us that Barrymore's character's mental condition "could be worse". He might as well be talking about the movie. It's bad, but it could be worse More
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Restaurants
As seafood goes, you get what you pay for... or so we thought. 500 Jackson, the new kid on the Historic District block (which once housed the Cypress Club), proved this old adage false with the highs and lows of their conservatively-priced, contemporary American seafood. More
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Bars
A Taste of the Mission in the Richmond
With a nearly bottomless Internet jukebox that's received kudos from the SF Weekly as the "Best Jukebox in SF", free WiFi access, cover-charge free DJ nights, and late night drink specials, it's no wonder the 540 Club is the bar of choice for Richmond denizens who might otherwise be forced to venture out to the Mission when they wanted their libations served up with good music. More
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Movies
Over the last couple of years, independent film has taken a leap into the public spotlight. The box office success of films like My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Bend It Like Beckham firmly established the economic viability of independent film, forcing studios to scour the festival circuit in search of the next surprise hit. These days, paying exorbitant sums of money for the distribution rights of movies such as Pieces of April ($4 million) and Garden State ($5 million), unheard of a decade ago, has become quite routine. More
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Theater
The most rudimentary function of the Circus is to make googly-eyed children of us all. As we ooh and aah over the lithe, pixie-like performers, hold our breaths for death-defying feats, and split our sides laughing at preposterously zany antics, it's easy to recognize the appeal. The Circus is that most primeval playground of wonder, mixing up the ethereal and exotic with the familiar and favorite accoutrements of childhood. Montreal, Quebec's septuplet of performers, Les 7 Doigts de la Main (or more simply, 7 Fingers) hold the trump cards in their delightful restoration of that dormant sense of possibility…with a decidedly grown-up twist. More
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Movies
The Eminem Show
Every Friday down at The Shelter, the Detroit hip-hop dungeon in Curtis Hanson's (L.A. Confidential; The River Wild) latest directorial effort, the local talent gets together to battle one another. It's a contest of verbal dominance with the mike as the gun and rhymes like bullets. You have to be smart and tough and fast to win. More
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Literary Arts
New Youth Writing Center Offers Free Classes
Few things would make most people want to return to middle or high school, but for pirate lovers, writers and/or parents of teenaged children, the opening of 826 Valencia might be one of them. More
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Clothing & Accessories
Shiver Me Timbers
"No whistling. No forgetting to swab. No first mate shall grow his beard longer than the captain, don earrings larger than the captain's, or rock a feather taller or more delightful than the captain's. Cannons shall not be fired in vain. Prisoners must be tied to something. No exceptions!" This is just a partial glimpse of the proclaimed code of conduct awaiting visitors to 826 Valencia, a pirate supply store cum writing center in the Mission district. More
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Movies
The Longest 88 Minutes You’ll Ever Experience
In 88 Minutes, Al Pacino plays egomaniacal university professor and sometimes FBI forensic psychiatrist, Jack Gramm. A man Gramm helped put on death row, Jon Forster (Neal McDonough) accuses Jack of manipulating the jury in his case. As his execution nears, bodies start to pile up. The modus operandi used to snuff out these folks (one of whom is a woman Gramm had a fling with) bears a striking resemblance to the method Forster used. Did Gramm help nail the wrong guy? Is there a copycat killer? Is Gramm actually involved in some of these murders? More
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Theater
Giving Voice to the Women of Iraq
Heather Raffo's exquisitely written, tautly acted play "9 Parts of Desire" is the kind of one-woman show that leaves viewers breathless at the very outset. For one thing, it's both topical and startlingly original. After all, how many portrayals of Iraqi women have we seen beyond the distorted media platitudes lamenting the unilateral plight of Middle Eastern females? More
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