Entertainment

The place where imagination becomes real

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Just as every journey begins with a single step, a lifetime of passion blossoms from a simple aha moment. “My junior year in college I...

A most delicate anguish

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When David Bowie died, Seu Jorge found himself in a unique position to pay tribute, even though he hardly knew the man and his...

Esse quam videri

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I’m from Western North Carolina, from a town in the foothills nestled up against the Appalachian (Appa-LATCH-un, the way I say it, but more...

Theater | Week of September 10, 2015

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Book of Mormon. Denver Performing Arts Complex, 1345 Champa St., Denver, 720-865-4239, Through Sept. 13...

Faces of nature

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During a snowy day, if you look outside the window, all you may see is a smattering of white flakes coating the landscape. But...

Team Jarmusch

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It’s amazing how popularity can change perception. When Stephanie Meyer’s 2005 novel, Twilight, cracked The New York Times bestseller list, vampires were brought back into the mainstream in a big way. Beginning in 2008, Meyer’s series was adapted into five movies and...

Mixing in a few clouds

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Matt and Kim have made a career out of creating upbeat, catchy pop anthems that seem tailor-made to get concert crowds smiling, singing and...

The ambassadors of Mexico

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At around 11 a.m. local time on Sept. 19, residents of Mexico City methodically filed out of office buildings, homes and restaurants — wherever...

Scary? Shh! ‘It’…

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When figuring out how to word-hump all the “amazing details” from a five-bazillion-page Stephen King novel into a movie’s screenplay, maybe filmmakers can start...

Cuteness gets old

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If the French-made, globally minded study in adorableness known as Babies keeps a few Westernized parents from over-scheduling, micromanaging, helicoptering and snowplowing their way through their neurotic kids’ existence, then I say give director Thomas Balmes the...

Poetry

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by  Barbara Crooker...

A Spate of Poets

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They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.    I’ll be the log   in your fire place.   Let our nostalgia  ...