Animal Instinct

We humans, as the natural offsprings of old timer monkeys, have evolved, of course, but we still have some very animalistic tendencies. In sexual mating as in drinking, we ressemble our simiesque cousins.



Spring is almost there, even tho it rains. The sun will shine, and mini-skirts will grow out of the sidewalk cracks. Cleavages will start blooming and our eyes will burn. Like watching a treasure chest, really. I wish this weather could last forever. Without having to move to Miami.

I hope the animal in me does not hang out too long. Or too much. I'll be at the bar, waiting for an expensive drink, if you need me.

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Wes Craven has been swallowed whole by Hollywood - beware of a holy whore. His most recent productions smelled like moneygrabbing attempts at keeping it big, and RED EYE is no exception. However, when something honest is done, we have to acknowledge it. We cannot judge a movie by its artisans, can we ?



So here's a nice thriller about a hitman trying to pull a trick to a chick taking the "red eye", an overnight flight that's probably cheaper by the dozen. You get lots of conversations in the same location (here the plane seat, as opposed to the phone booth in... PHONE BOOTH) and all the action happens at the end of the flick. It's explosive, it's brutal, it's a surprise. Cillian Murphy has some icy blue eyes and a brit pop / hipster haircut, and the movie only lasts 85 minutes. Why deny the fun of it all ?

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I just learned that the long-promised Muslim Free Press, due to be launched on April 15th, will only be distributed in Montreal in a mosque located on Jean-Talon. Yeah, sure, I'll go this far just to pick it up. The Toronto bi-weekly's initial press run is 5 000, and the publishers hope to see this grow to 500 000 copies in a few months, to deserve the whole canadian muslin community. Considering the effectiveness of their distribution, I doubt it will work. I was curious to see what a muslim paper & perspective looked like... maybe next time ?

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Tonight, at SAT, new yorkers Domie le Touch & Oliver T. Class will rock your asses if you dare showing up. Dr. Octoboobies (Raf from the now defunct "Disko Akimbo" Mirror column) and Jordan Dare open.



So yeah, for a mere 15$ at the door, you will get two fabulous DJ's who know how to keep a party's flame burning. They represent their label, of course (A Touch of Class), and they mix faster than their shadows. I have seen them DJ before (at Neon Loves valentine in '04) and I've never been the same since then.

Miss it at your own peril.