Posts Tagged ‘big’
This real-life spy story has lots of star power and little pop.
It’s been 12 years since The American President, the last time Aaron Sorkin had his name on a produced movie DELETE.
Listen, elitist music bloggers, we get it.
As the bird burns, we figure out who’s really getting roasted.
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Right about this time of year, our e-mail box fills up with all sort of holiday advice.
Haltom City’s getting the floods, but Fort Worth’s getting the money.
When Natasha Collins thinks about her precious little girl these days, she doesn’t dwell much on the horror the two went through on that last night, in the early hours of June 18 — the water rising to five feet in their...
In 2003, a little-known Arlington comic-book artist began publishing a series about a teenager who comes back from the dead to fight evil.
The debut biography of Townes Van Zandt is a portrait of a sacrifice at the altar of commerce.
If you read this debut biography of Fort Worth native Townes Van Zandt — and you need to — the author wants you to understand one thing up front: To Live’s to Fly: The Ballad of the Late, Great Townes Van Zandt is not an ...
New blood and new attitude make Ocean’s Thirteen luckier than Twelve.
OK, so Ocean’s Twelve came out two and a half years ago, and a lot of ticket-buyers felt as if the thieves on the screen had robbed them of their eight bucks.
Thanks to a web forum, and one crotchety wonk, the architecture debate that won’t die returns. Aggghhhhh!
In response to one of my recent columns, about the aggressive architecting of Big D (“Alarming Heights,” April 11), the forum at John Roberts’ award-winning FortWorthArchitecture.com lit up.
As Big D designs itself into a cultural mecca, Fort Worth turns back the clock.
Fact: There are more important examples of Modernist and contemporary public architecture in Fort Worth — three — than in any other Texas city, possibly the entire Southwest: the Amon Carter Museum (Philip Johnson), the Kim...
It was last fall when Sunny Sweeney’s self-produced debut c.d. first arrived in the mail. Not that it was particularly momentous.