Let’s get right to it:
Friday
I’ll start by noting that if you still want to go to the game out in Arlington that’s not really the Cotton Bowl, there are tickets available online. And if you’re a fan of Anderson Cooper’s favorite “comedian,” she’s in town too.
Those who prefer a higher brow evening should hit the First Friday at the Modern in Fort Worth. I know, I know, it’s such a long drive to get to Cowtown, but where else are you going to be able to enjoy cocktails, dinner, jazz by the group Outer Circles, a docent-led tour of the museum galleries, plus a movie about the Shakespeare of Germany, Young Goethe in Love? Yep, nowhere else.
And a Twitter fight, no less, which is like when people had fights with graffiti in bathroom stalls in days of yore, in case you are not on the Twitters and have never seen a Twitter fight in action.
The Dallas Morning News (because Twitter fights are awesome and so why wouldn’t Dallas’ paper of record cover them) has the rundown here. But basically, here’s how it went:
Former Bengal/something else/Cowboy Terrell Owens (from his couch, since he’s kind of unemployed at the moment) makes fun of Terence Newman, sort of, for tackling Brandon Marshall and failing to bring him down during last week’s game, likening Newman to a “superman cape” hanging around Marshall’s neck as he ran in the TD. But he totally added “LOL” at the end of that, which should’ve made it cool in the Twitterverse.
Local NBC sports anchor Newy Scruggs then points out that Owens is unemployed, and says that his mocking of Newman was “petty.” Then it gets interesting, because OMG – Owens straight up called Scruggs fat. To be accurate, he called him “fat-so.” He then insisted that he wasn’t slamming Scruggs, but instead gave him some weight loss tips, like “u’re FAT & need 2 hit the treadmill ASAP!!”
Scruggs then reiterated that while he might be rubber, TO is glue, and whatever he says, bounces off of him, and sticks to Owens. Or maybe he just said something to the effect of, “I have a job and you do not, kind sir!” And then maybe it went back and forth for a little bit longer, with Scruggs telling Owens to pay his child support and quit claiming poverty.
But Owens got the last word, which was “fatmeat.”
Why isn’t there a market for Twitter war play-by-play?
Do you like great music? Great art? Short films? Live theater? Break dancing? Live screen printing? Tattoos? Great food? Wait. Free beer? Everyone likes free beer, right?
Well then, you won’t want to miss what is sure to be one of the most exciting, entertaining, and unique events to hit Dallas this year: FrontRow Live at the Dallas Contempoary on November 3 from 8 p.m. to midnight, brought to you by Chevy.
Headlined by Grammy Award-winning producers and DJ duo Play-N-Skillz, the event we’re calling the “one night high-brow, low-brow blowout” will feature three DJs, a live theater performance to kick off the evening, screen-printing by The Public Trust’s Brian Gibb, a pop-up screening room featuring short films, a pop-up coffee shop provided by The Pearl Cup, food trucks, free beer provided by Michelob Ultra, and more. And here’s the best part: it is all FREE!
You want details? You want free tickets right now? Then get over to our FrontRow Live page.
By now I hope you have found Laura Kostelny’s hilarious recap of the first episode of Most Eligible Dallas. If you haven’t, go now. Here’s a taste:
Her “best friend” Matt is a very tan former college football player who loves the ladies! He has black lacquer furniture in his bedroom! He loves hanging out at Teddy’s Room! He never plans on hooking up—he just goes with it! He invites 20 girls at a time to meet him! “Honestly, no one else can really do it,” he says. “Why do one on one when you can do one on three?” Playas gotta play!
Matt obviously has nothing to prove.
And it is a pretty people-heavy week on FrontRow, as Merritt Patterson continues to relieve the curious from the pain of actually having to watch Big Rich Texas with her weekly recaps.
Oh, and while you’re over on FrontRow, be sure to check out the latest in our series on the characters behind local theater. In this installment, the magnetic Raphael Parry admits his secret ambition. And heck, since we’re plugging stuff, check out this Q&A with Denton’s Eli Young Band and couple of new downloadable tracks from the Parquet Courts. And we have reviews of the latest from Jubilee Theatre and Pocket Sandwich. Eat up!
Tim’s right, Jim Schutze’s reading of the City Performance Hall situation isn’t quite the Dallas Observer columnist at his best. But he is right to be concerned about the development. Here’s what’s really going on down on Flora St.
Ahead of your weekend planning, catch up on everything that has been going down on FrontRow this week. In the world of theater, we have reviews of Undermain’s brilliant race-study, The Shipment, Broken Gears’ acting switcheroo, The Hand, and the lackluster Broadway musical, Billy Elliot, which landed at the Winspear this week. Also, The Shipment is directed by SMU’s Stan Wojewodski, and our own Liz Johnstone has the story of the former head of Yale’s drama school’s long relationship with the wonderful little theater downstairs on Main Street. And this summer we’ll be looking at the characters behind the local theater beginning with Lee Trull, the starving actor who landed his dream job. Oh, and have we told you about the dancer from Fort Worth who trained Natalie Portman and the boys in Billy Elliot?
In the art world, we have a review of Marcelyn McNeil’s lovely abstracts at Conduit, as well as this week’s gallery openings. Also, we’ve launched a new series this week that looks at a work from our local museums’ permanent collections. For the first installment, Courbet’s The Fox in the Snow.
Big happenings in the local dance scene this weekend with the debut of Bruce Wood’s latest project. But can the acclaimed choreographer fill the void for real employment for Dallas-Fort Worth dancers?
And, of course, we have reviews of the latest films to hit movie theaters, including Super 8, Beginners, Submarine, Blank City, and the seductive French historical drama, The Princess of Montpensier.
Finally, a couple of plugs: join us at D Magazine’s office on June 20 for a conversation about the local theater scene with a panel of local critics, as well as Veletta Lill and Stan Wojewodski. And don’t forget, next week we kick off the first installment of our latest film series, “Dallas, Outlaws, and the American Dream,” and we will screen Bonnie and Clyde at the Kessler Theater on June 16. More info on the series, including the ideas behind its theme, here.
Liz will surely be around to give you the full weekend rundown, but here’s an update on what has been going on on FrontRow this week:
There’s some good theater out there, including WaterTower’s Shooting Star and Ochre House’s macabre comedy The Butcher. The Fort Worth Opera Festival is still in full swing. Verdi’s Il Trovatore closes tonight. Handel’s Julius Caesar does Baroque opera justice. And don’t miss Philip Glass’s Hydrogen Jukebox.
We also have your gallery openings covered, but of what’s already open, check out the offerings at Conduit (more on their current shows next week), as well as Marty Walker, The Mac, and The Reading Room (by the way, Joyce-lovers keep your eyes open for The Reading Room’s Bloomsday celebration June 16). Oh, and Vicente at the Meadows is rather nice as well.
But if you were me, I’d say spend the next few hot days locked in a movie theater. X-Men: First Class, Paris in Midnight, and The Tree of Life are all well worth your time.
That is all.
Go Mavs.
As Bethany noted, last night’s storms caused a little havoc at the Rock of Ages show at the Winspear Opera House. What you didn’t know is that the need to take refuge from the weather brought together the rare confluence of A, B, and C list celebrities that you see above.
Here’s how it was described by the PR rep who passed along the photo:
While taking shelter from Tuesday night’s tornados backstage at the Winspear Opera House, ROCK OF AGES star Constantine Maroulis, got a visit from the Romo/Crawford clan gathered in town for this weekend’s nuptuals. Pictured from left are Chace Crawford (brother of the bride), Maroulis, and Tony Romo. Also spotted backstage were bride-to-be Candice Crawford and her parents. ROCK OF AGES plays the AT&T PAC thru Sunday.
The hit musical lands at the Winspear on June 8, and you can be there. We’re giving away free tickets over on FrontRow.
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend, full of gloating, being nice to your mother, and nerdy things like this Times sports correction. It made my Lord of the Rings-loving heart go pitter-pat.
The road goes ever on and on. I don’t know about you guys, but I enjoy a good ghost story. Theatre Too (Theatre Three’s black box) opens Language of Angels tonight, a newish play by Naomi Iizuka. Iizuka, half Japanese and half Latina (David Brooks would love this lady), draws from traditional Japanese drama to unravel the mystery behind a young woman’s disappearance in an Appalachian cave. I’ve taken the liberty of peeking at the script, and it’s talky, but not extremely long.
Normally I’d link you to a review, but since I’m sending you to opening night, I can’t do that. Personally, I love seeing a show before all the critics chew it up. Forming your own opinions is good. But beware. Theatre Two has two temperatures: Saharan desert, and Artic Ice Storm. Just ask your usher for a blanket— they keep a bunch down there just for that reason. Dream Cafe around the corner for dinner? Don’t mind if I do. The popover that came with my salad a few weeks ago could give Neiman Marcus a run for their money.
And if you’re a fan of Cool Out Mondays, the Granada is giving our local DJs one night of competition with a set from up-and-coming UK dubstep producer Rusko (accompanied by Doory, A1EX and Left/Right) (UPDATE: Rusko show just sold out.). Go forth. Do the awkward beer in hand head bob. Celebrate.
And for more things to do tonight, go here.
FrontRow is giving away a pair of tickets to tomorrow night’s performance of Horton Foote’s Dividing the Estate at the Wyly Theater. M. Lance Lusk raved about it, and I liked it too.
Click here to enter until 3pm.
Guys, I’ve been looking forward to writing this post all week. Not only because it’s almost the weekend, but because nothing makes me squeal and mutter to myself like a crazy person like the prospect of an interesting piece of theater. Anyone sitting near my desk Tuesday afternoon can confirm.
Travesties, a ridiculously tough comedy of historical coincidences by British playwright Tom Stoppard, opens tonight over at Theatre Three. Quick summary: In 1917, author James Joyce, Dada art movement founder Tristan Tzara, and communist revolutionary Vladimir Lenin all happened to live in Zurich, Switzerland. They didn’t actually have much to do with each other, but Travesties is a hilarious “what if.” I think it’s worth a gander for a couple of reasons. First, this play is so rarely performed that I’m all over the chance to see what Theatre Three does with the material. Second, Stoppard is so smart it’s scary. If you pay close attention, you’ll probably learn something.
For those interested in intellectual pursuits of a slightly different variety, there’s a free whiskey tasting at Brackets. If you’re like me and completely clueless about ages and blends and all that jazz, the kind folks from Dewar’s Whisky will set you on the path to becoming a real connoisseur. After that, Central 214’s late night happy hour sounds like the perfect opportunity to impress a special someone with your newfound knowledge.
I know it’s cold, but I just can’t let you hibernate with so much going on. Click here for more things to do this evening, and have a good one.
We’ve still got about five hours until the weekend officially begins, but I’ll go ahead and get the party started with two words.
Free. Pie.
Somewhere in this city, a bunch of millionaires who are much taller/stronger/more athletic than you desperately need your help.
I’m talking about the Dallas Mavericks, who are set to battle with Kobe Bryant and the Los Angeles Lakers tonight at the AAC. Now, you might remember that just a few weeks ago, the Mavs were breezing past some of the toughest teams in the league. But in the fortnight or so since, they’ve had to play through injuries to two of their best players, lost nine of their last 11 games, and fallen well behind the rival Spurs in the race for the Southwest Division. A loss tonight would up their losing streak to seven games, which would be the club’s longest since 1999. So show up, be loud, and cheer them on.
Those of you who like your evenings a little less chaotic might want to head to the Winspear to catch Young Frankenstein before it wraps up its run in Dallas. If you can’t make it tonight, you’ll have a few more chances (the last show is Sunday night), but a mid-week show usually means you’ll beat some of the weekend crowd.
There’s even more to be done on this chilly Wednesday. You can find it all here.
Friday’s finally here, and we have little time to waste on pleasantries. Why? Because there’s too much to be done this weekend. So let’s get to it, shall we?