Second annual event raises funds for cancer research.
“The Expendables” was awful, and the guy who was the best man at my wedding owes me $10.50 and about 90 minutes. Everyone loves lists. Here’s a list of reasons “The Expendables” was terrible, aside from the obvious “It had no choice.”
Like Clint Eastwood before him, George Clooney possesses the chiseled looks and hypnotic eyes meant for spaghetti westerns. No dialogue is required because mere expressions convey every emotion simmering beneath his ruggedly handsome face.
Reading “Ice Cold,” Tess Gerritsen’s newest suspense thriller, in the summer heat seems like it would be a good foil to the ubiquitous whine of the air conditioner. In Gerritsen’s latest Rizzoli & Isles novel, there’s so much snow in Wyoming ski country that it’s tough to find out where the bodies are buried.
My name is Elizabeth, and I’m addicted to J.J. Abrams.
She wrote the ultimate tale of blind obedience to tradition - “The Lottery” – that still retains its primitive, chilling power, even as the horror genre nowadays is overrun with pinup boy werewolves and fidgety vampires who sparkle.
The plot is paper thin. The writing is atrocious. The violence is senseless. The action is unbelievable. And the heroes – and villains – are expendable in every way (meaning I simply couldn’t care less who lived or died). But this flick’s flaws are what make it fun. If you bought a ticket to “The Expendables” expecting anything more or less, you just weren’t paying attention. The poster, for crying out loud, features a skull framed by wings of machineguns and mega knives.
Lariviere, Peterson and Edlund
Proulx, Stahlecker, Reierson and Rasmussen
Great-granddaughter visits Crookston, tells of musician/bandmaster’s experience in town
