Month: August 2003

RAKE READERS RESPOND TO STUART GREENE Oh Stuart, I’m afraid you’ve done more harm to your gender than simply violating a sacred trust. You’ve managed to succeed in adding yet another robust belch to the dirty-laundry list that includes, “loves the Three Stooges; won’t ask for directions; doesn’t wash hands post-urination; and is generally ruled…

Todd Strand is in a world of hurt. It’s called Hennepin County Family Court, where he’s spent the last three chilly midsummer days in divorce trial proceedings, after almost three years of legal warfare. His personal tab—not including his wife’s legal fees—has already pushed past the $100,000 mark. Seven thousand dollars of that went to…

When a restaurant has been around your neighborhood for more than 20 years … and you’ve sort of grown up with it, you sometimes forget why exactly it is that you keep coming back. Is it the service, the feeling that you actually know the people who own it, or the food? In the case…

If you’re not a fan of British humor, we’re afraid there isn’t much hope for you. Whether it’s John Cleese, Rowan Atkinson, AbFab, or whoever, you gotta give it up for the good people who brought us Land Rovers, shortcake, and the Ministry of Silly Walks. Eddie Izzard proves that comedy in the Queen’s English…

Really great theaters and their directors tend to select productions that inherently offer a commentary on the times. One of our favorite exercises is to figure out: Why this play? Why here and now? Well, we could hazard a few guesses as to why Joe Dowling has decided to stage Tennessee Williams’s most autobiographical play—and…

Imagine this show as the gallery-crawl equivalent of everything the latest Charlie’s Angels sequel tried and failed to do. That is, girl power projected by three women who know how to be badasses and also know how to have fun doing so. What these three northern California artists share is probably greater than what divides…