Earth to the CMAs!

The Country Music Awards get it all wrong. In retrospect, the Star Trek-esque logo for this year’s Academy of Country Music Awards was an ominous sign. Don’t get me wrong; my love for Star Trek is bottomless and immense. And there’s certainly room for cross-fertilization between sci-fi and country. But mainstream country’s current tendency toward the new, shiny, clean, and expensive is the reason I tend to turn the dial past WDEN 99.1 when I’m back home. The obnoxious boy-band sound of Rascal Flatts just kills my soul a little bit. But the strange sight of a space-age visual cue was pretty appropriate. …






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Florida: Home of the Apocalypse

Beach Party is well within the threshold of awesome. America, when you come right down to it, is a strange, strange place, not that you’d know it to look at the movies our entertainment industry churns out on a weekly basis. Pressured to recoup huge production costs and make movies that will play in both Peoria and Manhattan, Hollywood conforms to a certain set of expectations — and, in effect, to the lowest common denominator. Beach Party at the Threshold of Hell, on the other hand, doesn’t conform to the lowest common denominator. It doesn’t conform to much of anything. It …






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