By Angie Romero | 12/18/2009 - 13:28
Yesterday I had to make a choice between two movies I was really hoping to watch during Dubai Film Fest as they were playing at the same time: Peru’s Milk of Sorrow and France’s Cartagena (L’Homme de Chevet). I went for the latter because I took my first swig of Agua Ardiente Antioqueño when I was 15 and since then, Colombia has always greeted me with a smile.
By Angie Romero | 12/15/2009 - 11:14
So I’m in the Middle East for a while, visiting family, getting to know this part of the world a bit more, and thinking of resolutions for the new decade. While I’m here, I thought I’d catch the 6th Dubai International Film Festival. The weather’s perfect (don’t hate) and though the whole affair has been scaled down to debt default-era proportions, it’s still quite fabulous. Gerard Butler is supposed to pop into a party later tonight, which I’m certainly looking forward to.
By Angie Romero | 12/11/2009 - 12:37
Just because we had a Mexico issue honoring the culture, people, and beauty of our neighboring country doesn’t mean we’re oblivious to the narco madness pervading it. A new National Geographic Channel show brings the issue much closer to home, as it explores how Phoenix, which is at the epicenter of the raging war, has become one of the kidnapping capitals of the world (THE WORLD!), second only to Mexico City.
By Angie Romero | 12/01/2009 - 12:03
Hard to believe it’s been over 50 years since Perez Prado brought mambo to the masses and started a full-on movement in the U.S. One recent PBS documentary, the 4-part Latin Music USA, chronicled the evolution of our music in America, from Freddie Fender to Fania Records; Miami Sound Machine to Pitbull. Narrated by Jimmy Smits, the doc shed light on all the artists that pushed boundaries and elevated rock and popular music to new heights, while staying true to their roots.
By Angie Romero | 11/24/2009 - 16:20
Did you find yourself watching the totally unnecessary Godfather III solely because of Don Corleone’s (Al Pacino’s) hot nephew, Vincent (played by Andy Garcia)? I sure did, just like I watched Scarface mostly because of Steven Bauer’s delicious Manny Ribera. This month, Andy returns to acting after having spent some time behind the scenes producing and directing (and lending his voice to Beverly Hills Chihuahua).
By Angie Romero | 11/20/2009 - 11:37
A lot of people question Eva Mendes’s choices in films. Last year, I had a chance to ask her directly how she feels about her body of work (with the emphasis on the body), which primarily consists of the following: the girlfriend, the wife, the other woman, and, as of today, the hooker. Her response more than satisfied me: “There’s 80 percent really bad material out there,” she said over scallops and pizza in L.A. “But there’s great material as well.
By Angie Romero | 11/17/2009 - 16:29
In my opinion, there is nothing better than walking a city without a particular destination in mind and stumbling into art. In Rome, you can literally stumble into the Fontana di Trevi, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, especially at night. Once, when I was 15 and in Venice, my friend Natalie and I thought it’d be cool to scribble “La dolce Angie & Natalie boo” on a wall. That was our idea of art. We laughed and thought about how cool it’d be to come back one day and find that exact wall (an impossibility, I’m sure).
By Angie Romero | 11/10/2009 - 12:00
So I’m way too old to listen to Archie, but I came to terms with that a long time ago (right around the time he released “Crush,” his first single). And I’d love to say I’m too cool to listen to Christmas music, but I’d be lying. Every year, I make sure to revamp my carols playlist to make sure it’s ready for Thanksgiving, when the fam gets together.
By Angie Romero | 11/06/2009 - 17:00
There are a few films vying for your dollars this weekend. I do think there is extraterrestrial life out there and I live alone, so watching The Fourth Kind is out (plus the new ABC remake of V gave me my alien fix earlier this week). But the thriller The Box, with Cameron Diaz, Frank Langella, and James Marsden is finally being released today and I, for one, will head to watch it, if only because it’s based on a 1970 short story by Richard Matheson.