So begins a once-in-a-lifetime adventure involving a cast of quirky and unforgettable characters. There's Mr. Bunny, who drive a smart car, wear fedoras, and hate marmots; the Marmot, who loves garlic bread and is a brilliant translator; and many others. This hilarious chapter book mystery is recommended for readers aged 7 to 9. No way would I steal something, even if it was a cool fossil.
What I could do, though, was talk to the animals at the aquarium to find out who the real thief was. My brainiac detective partner Elizabeth and I would have to work fast to clear my name before the end of the day! The Jack Gets a Clue mysteries are recommended for readers aged 7 to 9. Never fear, First Kids Cammie and Tess are on the case!
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Pinky Pinkerton's foster parents are murdered by Whittlin' Walt and his gang of ruthless desperados, Pinky goes on the run. He's forced into hiding with Ma's priceless last possession: the deed to a large amount of land and silver mines in the Nevada Mountains. But relying on disguises will only keep Pinky hidden for so long, and the desperados are quickly closing in … This first mystery in a new series is recommended for readers aged 10 to Mac has taken down legendary high school crime boss Staples, business has been booming, and Mac and Vince are getting ready for middle school baseball tryouts.
Mac has always tried to keep his friends close and his enemies closer. This dilemma walks into the fourth stall in the form of Trixie Von Parkway—an eighth grader with a mean look and an even meaner predicament. The new science teacher is terrorizing her, and she needs Mac to get him off her back. In the past, the worst thing that could have happened to Mac was that he might lose a little money, maybe catch a beating. This middle school "crime novel" is recommended for readers aged 10 to The steamboat they're traveling on is the biggest and fanciest boat Marie-Grace has ever seen.
It's crowded with all sorts of interesting passengers, including Wilhelmina Newman, a girl her age. Wilhelmina is traveling alone, and she's carrying a secret in one of her trunks — clues to hidden Gold Rush treasure. Marie-Grace and Wilhelmina have to unravel the clues to find the gold — and they're not the only ones looking for it!
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Relativity Media released a new poster for its Edgar Allan Poe thriller The Raven right; click for larger version while simultaneously delaying the release of the film by a month. This poster's tagline: "The only one who can stop a serial killer is the man who inspired him. But even as Poe is questioned by police, another grisly murder occurs, also inspired by a popular Poe story. Realizing a serial killer is on the loose using Poe's writings as the backdrop for his bloody rampage, Fields enlists the author's help in stopping the attacks.
But when it appears someone close to Poe may become the murderer's next victim, the stakes become even higher and the inventor of the detective story calls on his own powers of deduction to try to solve the case before it's too late. The Raven is now scheduled to open in US theaters April 27th, Watch a trailer from last year for the film below.
The Mystery Bookshelf , where you can discover a world of mystery and suspense, is pleased to feature a new crime novel we recently received from the publisher. The dead man landed on the sidewalk in front of his luxurious duplex apartment. He was a wealthy financier connected, through an old-boys' network, with the first families of Sweden. But the "Society Suicide" turns out to have been a carefully plotted murder. About the author: Helene Tursten was a nurse and a dentist before she turned to writing.
She is the author of eight books in this series — the first three of which have been translated into English. Purchase Options for Detective Inspector Huss :. NBC has ordered to pilot Chicago Fire , an action drama co-written by crime novelists Derek Haas the "Silver Bear" thrillers and Michael Brandt, who have together written a number film and television screenplays including to Yuma , Wanted , and The Double. There's not much known about the storyline other than it revolves around the men and women of the Chicago Fire Department. In other recent prime time crime pilot news, CBS has ordered Golden Boy , about one cop's rise from officer to detective to Police Commissioner.
Naturally, we first scanned the list to see what mystery, suspense and thriller films made the list. There weren't all that many. We've listed below what we found; your list may differ depending on what films you consider to be mystery, suspense and thriller. A new poster right; click for larger version and trailer below for the indie thriller Brake has been released by IFC Films.
Stephen Dorff stars as Secret Service Agent Jeremy Reins, who is held captive in the trunk of a car by a terrorist group and is used as a pawn in their plot while a clock ticks down to an unknown catastrophic event. Brake opens in limited release on March 23rd, A week or so ago Sony Pictures released a synopsis of its remake of Total Recall , offering little in the way of saying what might be new or different about this new film as compared to, say, the original.
Over the weekend the film's director, Len Wiseman, had a bit more to say about it, suggesting it may be less of a remake of the sci-fi thriller and more of a new interpretation of the original source material, the short story "We Can Remember It For You Wholesale". Dick story, you realize there is so much to be discussed about the dual stories," Wiseman said.
They're running parallel together, so you always have to keep those two alive. Are they taking the piss? Once those initial questions had settled down a little, the record settled in to become an easy stand-out of There's certainly less mystery to this new record, but instead just a welcome anticipation that this is going to be good record.
On first listen there's certainly little disappointment, but the initial reaction is 'here's some more Cave Singers' - 10 new tracks that sound like a direct expansion on the first album. Repeated listening quickly dispels that simple notion. The eclectic folky sound of the debut is subtly pulled back, stripping away some of the washboard and the melodica influence and giving way to a more traditional rock sound. That sound is bolstered by the production of Colin Stewart, who returns to man the decks after the debut, plus stints producing favourites including Black Mountain and Ladyhawk.
As the record settles in, the evolution of the band's sound starts to emerge, with them now sounding somewhat more grown into their sound. Songs are belted out with a more self-assured style and what was something of a novelty with the first record is now the definitive sound of an accomplished band.
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Warm, nostalgic, rocking and powerful - this is the ghost of Fleetwood Mac, channeled through the Pacific Northwest with magnificent success. I'm not sure if I'd just temporarily had enough of Interpol, but 's major label debut Our Love To Admire failed to engage me. Tracks and lyrics like 'No I In Threesome' or 'Rest My Chemistry' just made the band seem like parodies of themselves - making it easy to imagine a Saturday Night Live sketch with Will Ferrell singing his shopping list, Interpol style. I just wasn't in the mood and after a few attempts it slipped away into the abyss.
Lead singer Paul Banks is back with the band's original label - Matador - for his first solo record, under the guise of alter-ego Julien Plenti. Banks had performed under the name prior to joining Interpol in and returns to the moniker here perhaps in an attempt to to scale back the arena-baiting sound of the band's recent work. While Banks' distinctive vocals certainly define the album, it's not a simple case of lumping this in with Interpol's main body of work.
The distinctive Interpol fuzz bass is often present, and pounding drums echo around Fun That We Have and to a certain extent Games For Days unsurprisingly drummed by Interpol stick man Sam Fogarino , but the songs maintain a more low-key approach throughout, roughing up some of the over-applied polish of later Interpol. While this makes is a nice addition to the Interpol cannon, the record does lack wallop in places - and the aforementioned thumping drums of old favourites Obstacle 1 or Not Even Jail would certainly add a bit of clout.
Hopefully this side-project will give the day-job a re-boot and we'll leave that for Interpol 4 - I'm in the mood again now. We've had the recent Wavves breakdown, the vitriolic expletives of Psychedelic Horseshit's Matt Whitehurst and the rather oversensitive Hunches fans so it sure is nice to hear a band who fit the formula but really couldn't give a toss about it as well. Japandroids is Brian King on guitar and David Prowse on drums and their debut album Post-Nothing has all the reckless, punk abandon of an uptight teenager, a knack for hooks like you've never heard and enough perspective to not take itself too seriously.
All you have to do is listen to some of these lyrics to get the M. They're screeched with fledgling raw passion but are shot straight into the sky with enough epic heart to punch a hole in the sun. Young Hearts Spark Fire, one of the finest 5 minutes I've had for a while, states "We used to dream, now we worry about dying," then elaborates, "I don't want to worry about dying, I just want to worry about those sunshine girls. The goal of Wet Hair is to get to Paris to "french kiss some french girls.
All this heart is presented over crashing drums and some of the finest driving guitar hooks i've heard for ages. They play like their lives depend on it and with a confidence rarely seen after 25 they instill a beautiful glow of immortality in me every time I hear them. It's genius and it's all delivered forcefully over a chugging structure that keeps renewing itself with unfailing excitement. There's been much debate about the production of many DIY bands kicking around at the moment and though this isn't Pink Floyd its solid production work give the chunky riffs some profound bite and make the vocal's effortlessly dive over the top.
It seems they really don't care if you like this stuff or not, they just have to get it out or they'll explode. I charge anyone to listen to this and not feel a sudden rush of the purest type of nostalgic idealism. As a huge Buffy fan I wasn't overly excited by the prospect of another show taking a bite out of the vampire world.
But True Blood is strong enough to be a distinct and quite different beast altogether. The set up is that vampires have finally come out to the human world thanks to a Japanese brand of synthetic blood Tru Blood - bottled like a six pack that means they don't have to snack on people anymore. Cue a range of reactions from far-right politicians who want to round them all up "God Hates Fangs! It's set in a smalltown in the Cajun south, where waitress Sookie Stackhouse Anna Paquin is excited to find the town's first vampire walking into her bar.
Just to add a bit more fantasy to the mix, she's also a telepath who can hear everyone's thoughts around her. She's learned how to block her friends' and co-workers' minds - on the whole - but there are a lot of customers who suddenly find themselves on the wrong end of a drink. But, as she discovers, she can't hear what vampires are thinking Like Six Feet Under, there's plenty of room here to get under the skin of a smalltown community, to discuss smallmindedness, difference and yes, sexuality while telling a great story. Plus the second series has just started in the states so you don't have to worry about it being canned anytime soon.
It was a strange task indeed to review the last Grandaddy album, Just Like The Fambly Cat , knowing that it was to be their last. It was virtually impossible, armed with this knowledge, not to read every word of the record as a suicide note. It's hard to review the album in its own right and not view it in the context in which it was being presented, the full stop to a wonderful decade of music.
Since that time the music scene has suffered three years without its most unashamedly romantic and yet seemingly reluctant indie hero, until now that is. Here he returns to our ears with his debut solo record and the task of reviewing a piece of work that finds Lytle at the start of a new road rather than at the end of an old one is an infinitely more joyous undertaking, and made even easier by the quality of the music in question.
Lytle's work has always danced intriguingly around a series of opposites or contradictions. There's the obvious one like a big, bearded country dude singing in such a delicate tone which, in turn, leads on to yet more trickery. In these soft tones he sings of unbridled romanticism of warm summer days, hand in hand or childhood idealism and then trashes them with stories of drunk robots or sudden bursts of feral punk rock.
Thematically these contrasts have prevailed and one senses a constant struggle in Lytle between everything from art and pop, town and country, loud and quiet or past and present. And The Commuter explains this struggle hinting at a constant state of traveling between one place and another, be that physical or emotional or forward and back. Place is a dominant theme here with much talk of "going home. Back in he gave us lines like "Here I sit and play guitar, count stars, out in the country, having narrowly escaped my trip into town," from Collective Dream Wish Of Upperclass Elegance.
Little has changed as we find him in a similar dichotomy. Lytle is a dreamer and his music has always vividly represented the artistic conundrum between free expression and some sort of existence in society and the rest of the world. The concept of 'home' can obviously be taken at face value having recently relocated to Montana but it could also represent a kind of comfort that he's now finding between these two artistic opposites. The core of the Grandaddy sound is firmly in place on Yours Truly with a slightly more low-key feel to proceedings.
Lytle writes simple songs about simple themes and it's in this pursuit of simplicity that he manages to create some of the most perfect songs of his career. In the liner notes there's a picture of his note pad on which is written "No more weird arrangements Very simple.
Very nice. It's a lonely record, but sun drenched as always. Themes of loss prevail but hope springs forth continuously. He creates a kind of euphoric melancholia, or melancholic euphoria, depending on your state of mind. Brand New Sun swells with an almost tear jerking sense of promise as two people run headlong into the unknown with the sole purpose of change, whatever pitfalls await them they'll face it together.
Birds Encouraged Him sees a character on the verge of giving up on life only to be talked out of it by the birds, this childlike vision of salvation at the hands of nature being a familiar thread. Lytles work is so packed full of a unique kind of idealism, both innocent and jaded, that one is almost seduced into reading too much into his words. The temptation to do that on the final Grandaddy album was all too great and I don't want to do it here. Whether he's lost or has found his way home is his privilege to know but what he's given us is a wonderfully simple and endlessly beautiful piece of work and a worthy first step on this much anticipated solo journey.
Check out Lytle's notes on the album here. Back for one final hour of drunken romance, jaw-dropping hangovers and scenes of people being superglued to the floor, Pulling is easily one of the best sitcoms we've had in years. But it's easy to imagine that Pulling could have become the female Peep Show and ran for a lot longer than just two series and this one hour special.
At least it gets to wrap things up enough, and lets us wallow in the wince-worthy antics of Donna, Louise and the mighty Karen once more. Donna's dating a braying posho whose idea of a good time is to cover his sheets with cash; Louise is back from a trip round the world with a new loved-up hippy she can't stand, and Karen's somehow settled down with a guy who thinks women should be in the kitchen making him pies.
It's a total testament to the madness of the modern TV world that this hasn't gone any further, but hey, at least they had the grace to let them back for one last round. I did however add the caveat that I wished at times the ice maiden might lighten up a touch and with Metric, the third of her musical trinity, she has deigned to do just that; to magical effect. I confess to initially being a little on the miffed and disappointed side.
If one dissects a frog then one also kills it. A few more listens and the passion roars just as fiercely as it ever did; like wondering how you could have ever thought that the girl next door was ever anything other than absolutely beautiful. The merits of Fantasies , after a fair hearing, blow away any reservations. An ear for a melody, choppy New Wave riffs, hooky synths, no frills powerhouse drumming and a voice that has lived and is still alive all marry together to create a perfect harmony.
The even better news for the rest of us, is that this already great band just keep getting better. Are just a select few of the lyrical bouquets presented by Leithauser, as beautifully gift-wrapped as ever by the vintage instruments favoured by the band. Great Stuff. Hot on the heels of the Paul's Boutique re-issue comes another magnum opus from the Beastie Boys. A Remix Manifesto is a doc about the world of the mashup, following Girl Talk etc and elaborating on the whole issue of ownership in the information age.
Maybe I'm just getting too long in the tooth but I feel like I've been here before. A recession sound-tracked by shoe gazing kids playing fuzzy guitars from behind their fringes. It must be the early 90s again. No its just the debut album of Kent indie foursome It Hugs Back. I don't know for a fact that they have long fringes but I'd bet a fiver in these credit crunch times that they do stare at the floor when playing live. Like I said maybe I'm getting old. To be fair 'Inside Your Guitar' does grow on you with time but then with time hair grows on the back of old men too.
Listening to Inside your Guitar fills me with a sense of turning into one of those 'it wasn't like that in my day' veterans grumpily crossing their arms at the back of a gig I used to mock as a wide-eyed indie 17 year old suffocating against the crash barrier at the front. Dylan summed it up my current dilemma best in my Back Pages with the lament 'fearing that I'd become my enemy in the instance that I preached.
Melancholic opener Q merely makes me want to patronisingly encourage them to download some early Mogwai to hear just how dark brooding music really can be. I could go on but then I'd become the enemy preacher. When It Hugs Back admit to their youth and in throw in a bit of fire and mischief they do show promise and inspire the thought they may be worth persevering with. When they rip up the world weariness that doesn't suit them and plug into the energy of their age Inside Your Guitar has fleeting moments of real joy.
They've definitely got potential.
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I wouldn't be too shocked to discover they release a classic in a few years and look back on Inside Your Guitar slightly embarrassed by just how seriously young men take themselves. If the boys of It Hugs Back ask the old cynic with arms crossed at the back of their next gig he might just tell them that 'youth is wasted on the young'. It's 10 points for a Hit , 5 for a Maybe and 1 for a Miss No TV movies, just cinema releases to date. Beverly Hills Chihuahua voice Margaret Jessup HIT. If you dare make a purchase, you can do so here , allowing Chimpomatic to profit from her loss. Check back soon for more Star Status movie maths.
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Pride was unrelenting in both mood and length with many songs passing the six minute mark. It was definitely an album dedicated to mood and would expand from its claustrophobic cage of fear and paranoia to absolute bliss and euphoria. To Willie is much more upbeat and follows the regular song format. That being said it's simply dripping with delicate beauty and fragile devotion. Houck's live renditions of many of Pride 's greatest songs were much more fleshed out and rounded. To Willie seems to be the result of those live experiments.
They emerge with a new confidence and don't sound like cover versions in the slightest. They sound lived in and weathered and their gentle harmonies and tales of love are all delivered with Houck's gruff, creaking voice. This record flows with a warmth that rarely showed its face on Pride 's hollow and ghostly recordings. The overall tempo of this record is an instant surprise but Houck's hungover vocals lace it with a narcotic lethargy that unites it perfectly with his previous work. Can I Sleep In Your Arms breathes the vast chords of gathered harmonies that haunted Pride and Heartaches Of A Fool transforms Nelsons original into a cavernous and heart-wrenching moment of arresting beauty.
To Willie is quite a departure for Houck, but showcases an ability to adapt another artists material to his utterly unique vision. His work groans with an effortless power and that is what makes this recording both a loving and honest tribute to a much revered legend and a confident, gripping and beautiful piece of new work by a talent to keep a firm eye on.
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It's set in the same universe, with Kelly Jennie Garth now a high school counsellor and the big sister of one of the new kids prancing around West Beverly High's catwalks halls. A lot has changed in teen TV since the dawn of 1. In its day it was pretty much the only show around to show teenagers apart from Neighbours - now we've got used to seeing amplified angst played out in style, with studied indie soundtracks, and click-here, buy-now fashion tips.
In place of the Brandon and Brenda Walsh good kids from the sticks dealing with the madness of LA, we've got the Wilson family moving from Kansas. Dad Wilson is the new school principal oh no! Jessica Walter seems to be replaying her excellent turn as Arrested Development's boozy matriarch Lucille Bluth, with her cocktails-for-breakfast grandma Tabitha Wilson.
Even stranger to deal with is her adopted lacrosse-playing grandson - yes, it's corner kid Michael from The Wire Tristan Wilds - who somehow manages to refrain from popping a cap in anyone's ass, even when he gets well-bullied on the lacrosse field. Not a scenario that came up in Baltimore often. It's probably not quite trashy or smart enough to really carve out a niche of its own in the current teen TV world, but may hold interest for a stumble-across-it hangover viewing.
Shannen Doherty star of 90s things like the I Hate Brenda Newsletter shows up around ep5, so that's got to be worth checking back for. Wondering what to drink tonight? Why not see the New Year in with a Woody Allen. Quite possibly the world's most well-recognised skateboarder, Jason Lee is now far better known as that cheeky chap actor from My Name Is Earl - but as a teenage skater he was known to me as that young dude with big lambchops. He pioneered a lot of street skating moves, and was well known for big ollies and kickflips. As his acting career took off, insurance issues put an end to Lee's skateboarding career and he was forced to hang up his trucks.
I strangely recall the moment I read about him landing an acting job in a film by that Clerks guy, with that girl from Mallrats was a so-so affair, but Jason Lee's Banky character easily stole the show. Another amusingly obnoxious role in Chasing Amy sealed the deal and Hollywood came calling. No grumbling from me however, as Lee must now have enough clout to sidestep the insurance issue and has re-invested in skating - and re-started his once defunkt label Stereo with business partner Chris Pastras.
Great artwork, great photography, great attitude. Bonus Fact: Don't get cornered at a party, he's a Scientologist. So is Earl's brother, Randy. Music Fact: The song from his part in Video Days was so in demand that it was released as a single, titled Jason's Song. Photo by Atiba Jefferson. I urge you to visit his website. You may have heard us mention Aaron Rose on this site, as a pioneer of the Lower East Side art scene, one-time boss of English Steve, promotor of many fine Skateboard related artists and director of the recent documentary Beautiful Losers.
Well it turns out he's now in Gossip Girl as rich chick Selena's artist squeeze. Or is he? Huffington Post has the details, via the New York Post. CSF Art Skateboarding. When ATP announced this event six months ago, I could hardly believe my luck. I make no secret of my devotion to the Melvins and all things Ipecac Patton 's label , so this weekend festival 3 hours drive away was like a gift from the almighty.
As acts got added to the lineup the ticket value seemed to increase - especially when Butthole Surfers were added to the bill - so this was an event for which my expectations were pretty high. And whaddya know? They delivered percent satisfaction, a weekend of eclectic and exciting music surrounded by like-minded people. And so, amidst the spartan tat of this windswept and freezing off-season holiday stalag, people gathered from all over the world to celebrate the left-of-centre and the truly gifted, on two main sound stages and one quadrophonic rig in a smaller venue.
The Melvins opened up on Friday as 'Melvins 83' - bringing original drummer Mike Dillard back to revisit their punky roots. They were great - Mike Dillard sounded really tight - a performance that he can be justly proud of. With so much going on, there were often choices to be made between two stages - throwing up some unexpected delights and a few minor disappointments. And so, in no particular order, a few words about some of the performances that I did see.
Absolutely astounding virtuoso playing with not a hint of chin-stroking introspection. Big, noisy, intelligent party music - I cannot recommend this band highly enough. Want to see the most highly drilled weirdos in the world? Then check out The Locust - falling under the vague umbrella of Math-rock, these costumed and masked humanoids deliver precision salvos of Rhythm'n'Noise. What the drummer was doing looked inhuman. There were some understated and beautiful performances too - notably Martina Topley Bird who has the voice of an angel and Joe Lally Fugazi who has the dignity of a war veteran.
At the other end of the scale ie, dignity and restraint missing was Squarepusher. Whilst his playing and programming are faultless, the smothering fog of his gigantic ego suffocated the fun out of the room. Thanks Tom, but we can make our own minds up about when to cheer. Audience response happens naturally when the music connects with people, and the winners in this respect were Taraf De Haidouks - the most awesome gypsy band on the planet.
When they played, the room became a party, and once their time onstage was finished they just carried on outside. Makes you wonder how come our own folk music is so dull. Representing the slightly looser approach to music was the amazingly messy Butthole Surfers. Pretty damn psychedelic. Another treat was country-pickin' Junior Brown - possibly the greatest stunt-guitarist you will ever hear in your life, and with a rich barritone voice like a fine matured bourbon.