Raise your hand if you thought Gavin Rossdale of Bush could be a decent actor. Or a decent anything. Yeah, he got his face melted in Constantine, but that proved nothing.
But Mr. Gwen Stefani really shows something in HOW TO ROB A BANK, as a pill-popping criminal named Simon (after Simon Le Bon of Duran Duran, as it turns out), who apparently didn’t get the memo that “LOVE” and “HATE” tattoos on the fingers went out of style years ago (as per his own lyrics, "love and hate, get it wro
Nothing like a little suspense to kickstart one's Saturday.
I'm not just talking about the festival's first program of shorts, either, but the suspense over whether an actual parking spot would be had. It'd be great to say that the festival was just so popular due to our press coverage that fans packed the place, but that isn't exactly what happened -- rather, a jazz festival was going on on the adjacent grounds, and that brought in the masses like I wouldn't have thought jazz can.
Later in th
To gear up local filmgoers for the 10th annual Newport Beach Film Festival, which opens Thursday, April 23, and continues through April 30, the Weekly compiled "10 for the Tenth," brief reviews of some of the best festival features, documentaries and shorts we pre-screened for your consumption. We also blogged 5 more recommendations. 'Cause that's how we roll. But that's not all we saw. Indeed, some efforts were . . . gulp . . . how to put it? Let's just say one man's Gigantic may be another's C
