That’s right, folks: all baby panda, all the time. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Imagine the possibilities: the epic romances of Ling Ling, the love sonnets to bamboo, the tranquil meditations on sitting in a sun-drenched tree and sleeping. Go to article

Wally George is the great coelanth of Southern California broadcasting, a show business primitive whose dogged refusal to surrender the spotlight defies evolution and human understanding alike. "I am always the ‘good guy,’ and I take on the idiotic jerks of the nation," he claims. Go to article

Patrick McMahon ’00 is a big actor. As it turns out, he is also a big writer and an even bigger director. No surprise, then, that Dracula, was a big show, both in running time and ambition. Go to article

TSL: Is there anything on your mind tonight, Andrew?

Andrew: This might be funnier if you just make it all up.

TSL: What are you talking about Andrew?

Andrew: [stunned silence]

Word reached me that the fine peoples at Studio 47 were coming out with yet another glorious film festival this Friday, with the pleasingly terse title Prop 47. Part of me wanted to continue wallowing in the sybaritic pleasures to which I had grown accustomed. Another part of me, the part that makes me a professional, knew that duty called. Go to article

Part modrock, NYC glitter-core (a lá Makeup) and part bluesy ,cocksure old-fashioned just-like-momma-used-to do-it rock ‘n’ roll (think of the Stones updated by Jon Spencer and you still aren’t close), these fellas really are concerned about the bob in your neck, the beat of your foot, and the hum on your lips. Go to article

Unfortunately, Common’s highly anticipated album, Like Water For Chocolate, completes the transition "from bashful to asshole to international." I just wish he were still somewhere between bashful and asshole because the only thing this international travel did was make me miss home (well, Common’s home, Chicago). Go to article

Does music help us to cope with our depression and heartbreak, or does it exacerbate them? High Fidelity, Stephen Frears’ new film based upon the novel by British cult author Nick Hornby, is about the way music and misery tend to work in conjunction. Go to article

This small Canadian film tells the story of several overlapping characters quietly dealing with the end of the world. This is the anti-Armageddon, however–we never know why the world is ending, exactly, and there seems to be pretty universal resignation as to its imminence. Go to article