<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767</id><updated>2011-08-22T19:03:22.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Isaacs</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing from Toronto's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eye.net"&gt;eyeWeekly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; newspaper, by Paul Isaacs.	
		</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-109484849925441212</id><published>2004-09-10T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T16:34:59.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: APOCALYPSE Starring Milla Jovovich, Oded Fehr. Written by Paul WS Anderson. Directed by Alexander Witt. (14A) 95 min. The interlinked relationship between the Resident Evil movies and the original videogames is almost Borgesian in its complexity. The film being released now, Resident Evil: Apocalypse, is the first sequel to the original Resident Evil movie, which was itself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/109484849925441212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=109484849925441212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/109484849925441212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/109484849925441212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/09/resident-evil-apocalypse-starring_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-109121836787128974</id><published>2004-07-30T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:16:41.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATEStarring Denzel Washington, Meryl Streep. Written by Daniel Pyne, Dean Georgaris. Directed by Jonathan Demme. (14A) 130 min. Opens July 30. This "re-imagining" of John Frankenheimer's classic 1962 conspiracy thriller, The Manchurian Candidate, is along practically identical lines to the first film: all it lacks is the original's wit, tension, craft, intelligence, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/109121836787128974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=109121836787128974' title='6923 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/109121836787128974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/109121836787128974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/07/manchurian-candidate-starring-denzel.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6923</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-109095699697970950</id><published>2004-07-27T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:37:57.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A CINDERELLA STORYStarring Hilary Duff, Chad Michael Murray. Written by Leigh Dunlap. Directed by Mark Rosman. (G) 95 min. The finale of Hilary Duff's last magnum opus, The Lizzie McGuire Movie, was a bold departure from tween-flick convention. Instead of partnering Duff with her obvious love interest, a swoonsome Eurotrash-oid named Paolo, McGuire was instead deposited in the arms of Gordo,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/109095699697970950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=109095699697970950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/109095699697970950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/109095699697970950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/07/cinderella-story-starring-hilary-duff.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-10896574615500818</id><published>2004-07-12T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:07:57.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANCHORMAN: THE LEGEND OF RON BURGUNDYStarring Will Ferrell, Christina Applegate. Written by Will Ferrell, Adam McKay. Directed by Adam McKay. (PG) 95 min. The latest vehicle for Will Ferrell, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy is a patchily successful attempt to do for news anchors what 2001's Zoolander did for male models. Not that the two careers appear to be so different. Ferrell's Ron</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/10896574615500818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=10896574615500818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/10896574615500818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/10896574615500818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/07/anchorman-legend-of-ron-burgundy.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-108755665558203789</id><published>2004-06-18T07:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T07:21:37.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TERRACOTTA WARRIORS Written and directed by Dennis Law. Presented by Sight, Sound &amp; Action Ltd. To June 27. Tue-Sat 8pm; Sun 7pm; Wed, Sat-Sun mats 2pm. $35-$85. Elgin Theatre, 189 Yonge. 416-872-5555. www.ticketmaster.ca. I should tread carefully here. The last critic to give Terracotta Warriors a negative review, Leanne Campbell of the Vancouver Westender, found herself barred for life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/108755665558203789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=108755665558203789' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108755665558203789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108755665558203789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/06/terracotta-warriors-written-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-108508824929029502</id><published>2004-05-20T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:02:26.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW YORK MINUTEStarring Ashley and Mary-Kate Olsen, Eugene Levy. Written by Emily Fox, Adam Cooper, Bill Collage. Directed by Dennie Gordon. (G) 90 min. Opens May 7.The Olsen twins make me nervous. They’re just too freakishly wholesome, like manga cartoon versions of JonBenet Ramsey. Plus, they’re coming for me. Honestly — these people will stop at nothing in their pursuit of power. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/108508824929029502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=108508824929029502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108508824929029502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108508824929029502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-york-minute-starring-ashley-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-108041649613887880</id><published>2004-03-27T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T12:28:45.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOHNSON FAMILY VACATION Starring Cedric the Entertainer, Vanessa Williams. Written by Todd R. Jones, Earl Richey Jones. Directed by Christopher Erskin. (PG) 97 min. Opens Apr 2. Wouldn’t you like a cool, refreshing glass of piss? I know I would. In recent years, it feels like I’ve seen more people drinking bodily fluids in the movies than Pepsi or Coke. So often, in fact, I’ve started to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/108041649613887880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=108041649613887880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108041649613887880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108041649613887880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/03/johnson-family-vacation-starring.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-108005641775743242</id><published>2004-03-23T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:03:33.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE LADYKILLERS Starring Tom Hanks, Irma P. Hall. Written and directed by Joel and Ethan Coen. 105 min (14A). Opens Mar 26.Woody Allen often bemoans his audiences for preferring his “earlier, funnier” films over his more serious works, like Interiors and September, two films so dull and pretentious they could only be loved by the French, or the dead. Lately however, the Coen Brothers have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/108005641775743242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=108005641775743242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108005641775743242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/108005641775743242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/03/ladykillers-starring-tom-hanks-irma-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-107939481209740013</id><published>2004-03-15T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:19:53.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOOR CINEMA REOPENSEye Weekly, City Section, Mar 18 2003.The Bolivians were rioting when the ceiling collapsed. It was the evening of January 16, and a sold-out crowd packed Bloor Cinema for The Corporation's Toronto premiere. Onscreen the city of Cochebamba was aflame, as police fired tear gas and live rounds at locals protesting a 35 per cent hike in the price of water. At the Bloor, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107939481209740013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107939481209740013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/03/bloor-cinema-reopens-eye-weekly-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-107901933501972711</id><published>2004-03-11T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:06:13.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> THE PROCLAIMERSBorn Innocent Persevere Despite being chiefly -- no, make that wholly -- renowned for their poisonously irritating hits "Letter to America" and "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)," The Proclaimers' Craig and Charlie Reid have developed a reputation -- in MOJO-reading circles, at least -- for being two of rock 'n' roll's great lost songwriters. Born Innocent, produced by Edwyn Collins</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/107901933501972711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=107901933501972711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107901933501972711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107901933501972711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/03/proclaimers-born-innocent-persevere.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-107852092056791010</id><published>2004-03-05T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T12:33:52.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIRTY DANCING: HAVANA NIGHTSStarring Romola Garai, Diego Luna. Written by Boaz Yakin, Victoria Arch. Directed by Guy Ferland. (PG) 86 min. Opens Feb 27. To begin with: no, Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights isn't a sequel. Sadly we're denied the sight of a middle-aged Baby and Johnny, divorced and unhappy, strutting their stuff on the disco scene. But yes, to answer your next question, this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/107852092056791010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=107852092056791010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107852092056791010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107852092056791010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/03/dirty-dancing-havana-nights-starring.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-107420849423832164</id><published>2004-01-15T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:26:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE DRAMA QUEEN Starring Lindsay Lohan, Glenne Headly. Written by Gail Parent. Directed by Sara Sugarman. (G) 89 min. Opens Feb 20.An adaptation of the kids potboiler by Dyan Sheldon, Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen follows the adventures of hi-skooler Lola Cep (Freaky Friday's Lindsay Lohan), a bratty aspirant luvvie with dreams of becoming the next Audrey Hepburn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/107420849423832164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=107420849423832164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107420849423832164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107420849423832164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/01/confessions-of-teenage-drama-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-107350952425389371</id><published>2004-01-07T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:03:16.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL MY FRIENDS ARE SUPERHEROES Coach House Books, 99 pages, $16.95. Like The Sopranos or 24, superhero comics are basically just soap operas with added ultraviolence. The reason 12-year-old kids dig reading, say, Ultimate X-Men isn’t to find out how Magneto plans to enslave the humanrace again this week, but to get the scoop on whether Phoenix is still in love with Cyclops – and why does she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/107350952425389371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=107350952425389371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107350952425389371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107350952425389371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2004/01/all-my-friends-are-superheroes-coach.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-107170084843129996</id><published>2003-12-17T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:04:15.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHEAPER BY THE DOZENStarring Steve Martin, Bonnie Hunt. Written by Craig Titley, Joel Cohen, Sam Harper and Alec Sokolow. Directed by Shawn Levy. (PG) 98 min. Somewhere between 1992's execrable Housesitter and 1995's excremental Sgt. Bilko, Steve Martin simply gave up the comedy ghost and morphed into Wallace Shawn's better-looking older brother. Now strictly dividing his time between "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/107170084843129996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=107170084843129996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107170084843129996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/107170084843129996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/12/cheaper-by-dozen-starring-steve-martin.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106995616657542920</id><published>2003-11-27T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:06:24.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q&amp;A: RYAN ADAMSEye Weekly music section, Dec 4/03If dating Winona Ryder and Parker Posey in tandem hasn't already alienated Ryan Adams' boyish alt-country fanbase, then giving his new album the cockier-than-Courtney title of Rock N Roll can't have helped matters. Fortunately, the Artist Who'd Rather Not Be Known As Paul Westerberg's Mini-Me has come back with his best LP since his former </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106995616657542920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106995616657542920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106995616657542920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106995616657542920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106977634511776940</id><published>2003-11-25T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T11:20:29.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pet Shop BoysPopArtParlaphone/EMIGreat Pop Questions, No. 43: How did two Kraftwerk fans with a fondness for pointy hats, Village People covers and pitiful white raps about Issey Miyake conspire to become the best British band since The Beatles? The answers are right here on PopArt, a two-disc retrospective of every PSB single from 1985-present (save for "Absolutely Fabulous," which has been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106977634511776940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106977634511776940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106977634511776940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106977634511776940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/11/pet-shop-boys-popart-parlaphoneemi.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106934577238799989</id><published>2003-11-20T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:36:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael JacksonNumber OnesEpicIt's easy to forget that, before we knew Michael Jackson as a suspected pederast, bad parent and a nose-imploded, creatively bankrupt caricature, he was also a fine singer, entertainer and one of the best singles artists in pop history. With that in mind, it shouldn't be difficult to assemble a five-star collection of Jackson's greatest hits, right? And yet even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106934577238799989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106934577238799989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106934577238799989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106934577238799989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/11/michael-jackson-number-ones-epic-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106806796048746783</id><published>2003-11-05T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:39:06.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kelly OsbourneChangesSanctuarySorry to disappoint, but this isn’t a new Kelly Osbourne record – I know, I know – just a revamped re-release of 2002’s Shut Up, her sprightly but unsightly Avril-does-Daisy Chainsaw debut. As a kind of My First Punk Album for seven-year-old girls, Changes succeeds admirably: it’s full of bratty, catchy bubblegum ("Disconnected", "Contradiction"), and the lyrics</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106806796048746783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106806796048746783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106806796048746783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106806796048746783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/11/kelly-osbourne-changes-sanctuary-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106755445140310491</id><published>2003-10-30T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:30:21.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Book Against God James WoodFarrar, Straus and Giroux, 257 pages.“Intellectuals are the jocks of the mind,” somebody once said — I think it was Burt Reynolds — and if that’s the case, then the leading jock of literary intellectuals must be James Wood, The New Republic’s hatchet man-in-chief. As a book reviewer, Wood has been gleefully unafraid to feast on the most sacred of canonical cows: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106755445140310491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106755445140310491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106755445140310491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106755445140310491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/10/book-against-god-james-wood-farrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106755139560532572</id><published>2003-10-30T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:41:21.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANDY NEWMAN The Randy Newman Songbook Vol. 1 Nonesuch/Warner  There's no getting around these facts: Randy Newman is a squat, plump, ugly, old man and he sings like a cancer victim with his dick caught in his zipper. Other than that, the guy's a fucking genius. Songbook, Newman's first recording for Nonesuch, Emmylou Harris' label, is a solo re-recording of his greatest hits, piano </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106755139560532572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106755139560532572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106755139560532572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106755139560532572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/10/randy-newman-randy-newman-songbook-vol.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106693147416537609</id><published>2003-10-23T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:07:07.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIX: THE STORY OF AN ADDICTED CITY.Directed by Nettie Wild. (14A) 93 min. Vancouver has a drug problem like the Vatican has a Pope problem. The main port supply of Asian heroin in North America, Vancouver has suffered over 2,000 drug-overdose deaths in the past decade. Of the 3,000 addicts who currently haunt the Downtown Eastside, 30 per cent are said to be HIV-positive, while 85 to 90 per </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106693147416537609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106693147416537609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106693147416537609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106693147416537609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106674717425888077</id><published>2003-10-21T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:01:09.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMIEN RICE  O Warner The latest in a ceaseless death march of sensitive white boys pretending to be Nick Drake, Damien Rice is, incredibly, a star in his native Ireland, where his debut O went triple-platinum this year. (It also just won the Shortlist Music Prize in the US.) A mournful confection of weak "Saturday Sun" rewrites, O takes the Five Leaves Left template and augments it with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106674717425888077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106674717425888077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106674717425888077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106674717425888077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/10/damien-rice-o-warner-latest-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106666478862563707</id><published>2003-10-20T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:07:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DUPLEX Starring Ben Stiller, Drew Barrymore. Written by Larry Doyle, John Hamburg. Directed by Danny DeVito. (PG) 104 min. Some movies can only be understood as unconscious acts of anti-semitism towards the pioneering Jews who first built the film industry. What else could explain Duplex, Danny DeVito's latest cinematic warcrime? A tardy addition to the killin' old folks movie genre (Throw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106666478862563707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106666478862563707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106666478862563707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106666478862563707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937767.post-106607844008461221</id><published>2003-10-13T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:40:09.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is Paul.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/feeds/106607844008461221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937767&amp;postID=106607844008461221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106607844008461221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937767/posts/default/106607844008461221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulisaacs.blogspot.com/2003/10/my-name-is-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
