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Hey 2006, you sucked!
TANNIS TOOHEY / TORONTO STAR Email story
Sure, there were a lot of terrific things that happened this year. But before we get to the nice, let's pay respects to the naughty.
Beginning Tuesday, the Star's A&E section will begin its annual parade of the most notable achievements of 2006. Our team of critics and experts will cast their eyes back over the year that almost was, and give us dozens of reasons why 2006 is a year that deserves to be remembered.
But first, consider these 68 reasons why this year is best forgotten.
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Movies
Karla, based on the tale of Paul Bernardo and his charming wife, takes a brief detour on its direct-to-DVD route and opens in theatres.
Crash wins Best Picture at the Academy Awards, giving hope to thousands of film school students who've also written banal diatribes on race relations in the format of Magnolia.
Zoom, a Tim Allen movie rated 0% on Rottentomatoes.com and the second-worst movie of all time on the Internet Movie Database, behind only Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj, gives us one more reason to stay away from the multiplex.
S.O.A.P. suds: Snakes on a Plane disappoints at the box office. Those motherf--ing computer geeks with their motherf--king homemade trailers and mash-ups and brilliant ideas don't go to motherf--king movie theatres.
Death of a President, about the fictional assassination of George W. Bush, ignites controversy after Toronto film festival premiere. Turns out D.O.A.P. is about as incendiary as S.O.A.P.
Jackass Number Two opens and, to celebrate, Steve-O takes a piss on the red carpet. A step up, we suppose, from filmmakers who simply piss on the audience.
Most laughable line from a dramatic movie: "I like my men like I like my steak. Tough and local." That's Betty, the bad-tempered waitress and central character in Canadian stinker Black Eyed Dog.
Borat opens. Is nice for many lawyer who can work now for all racist, stupid people that are in that moviefilm and sue for moneys.
Rocky returns. Somebody get the defibrillator.
Another inconvenient truth: A report confirms that film and television production is the second-most polluting industry in California. The most is Mel Gibson's mouth.
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Gaming
A cabbie's death is blamed, in part, on the videogame Need for Speed, found in the front seat of one of the cars driven by 18-year-old alleged street racers on Mount Pleasant Rd. Meanwhile, marine biologists attribute aggressive behaviour in whales to the growing popularity of Electroplankton.
Left Behind: Eternal Forces, the Christian video game based on the series of novels about the Rapture, is released. The game lets the player "use the power of prayer to strengthen your troops in combat and wield modern military weaponry throughout the game world." Which, coincidentally, is Bush's exact strategy for Iraq.
The PlayStation 3 is unleashed and so is the worst of human covetousness, anger and line-rage.
Apparently forgetting that videogame players are totally uncoordinated in the real world, Nintendo offers to replace faulty Wii straps that cause the controller to fly off the player's hand and right into that $8,000 plasma TV or grandma's eye.
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Media
Bloggers post photographs of a fight between driver and cyclist in Kensington Market, helping it become an international incident. Then they go back to writing about their hangnails.
At least 15 people die during riots in Nigeria over the Muhammad cartoon crisis. Millions gain a newfound appreciation for Family Circus.
The actor portraying an annoying Scotsman berating people for spilling their Alexander Keith's is charged with possessing and making child pornography. Unfortunately this does not bring to an end idiotic beer advertising.
Blu-ray high-definition DVD player launches, joining HD-DVD in not selling much as consumers wait to see which will be the Betamax.
Popular Youtube personality Lonelygirl15 is revealed to be a fictional teaser for an upcoming film. The movie is called Fictional Teaser.
Google buys YouTube for (U.S.) $1.65 billion. Next up on Google's plan for world domination? A search engine implanted directly into retinas. Instead of pressing "I'm feeling lucky," simply smack your forehead.
Mean-spirited gossip blogger Perez Hilton (aka Mario Lavandeira) sued for $7.5 million by a photo agency for copyright infringement. Somebody ought to scrawl "Hi, I'm screwed!" next to his smirky mug.
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Books
The Smoking Gun exposes author James Frey's alleged fibs in his bestselling memoir A Million Little Pieces with the article "A Million Little Lies." Oprah gets very, very angry. Fortunately for Frey this crisis is soon overshadowed by her not being invited to TomKat's wedding.
The Juice is back! O.J. Simpson announces plans (later canned) for a book and TV special detailing how he would have murdered ex-wife Nicole Simpson and her friend Ron Goldman. Totally hypothetical, of course.
The last Lemony Snicket book is released, meaning overgrown kids everywhere must now rely on Harry Potter for their kid-lit fix.
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Music
Virgin's V-fest, oddly timed to overlap with the crowded film festival, cuts short headliners The Flaming Lips when concert runs behind schedule. Not even billionaire entrepreneur Richard Branson is willing to fight the Toronto islanders over the noise curfew.
The 1 billionth song is purchased from the Apple iTunes Store on Feb. 23. Coincidentally, so is the 10 trillionth illegally downloaded song.
Paul McCartney turns 64. As a special treat his estranged wife Heather "I never showed my naughty bits for money" Mills announces she will only be seeking $500 trillion and a baby seal in support.
The release of Madonna's two-hour DVD documentary I'm Going to Tell You a Secret is built around her 2004 Reinvention Tour. The real secret? She's just another middle-aged mom desperately looking for the meaning of life.
The Who kicks off another comeback tour in Philadelphia. Other rocking boomers well past their best-before dates phone their agents.
Janet Jackson shamelessly flaunts her near-naked self on at least a dozen magazine covers and with some explicit shots on inside pages to sell the pitiful 20 Y.O. Thank God it didn't work.
"Weird" Al Yankovic's new CD Straight Outta Lynwood features the single "Canadian Idiot," an apparent license for hundreds of young Americans to paste together Youtube videos poking fun at shopworn Canuck clichés like moose and hockey and igloos. Soooooooooo funny. Like those beavers in the Bell commercials. Can't get enough of them. They're special. And Canadian.
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Celebrity
Shiloh Jolie-Pitt is born in Namibia. Madame Tussauds gets to work on a wax replica. (No, really.)
Boy George reports for garbage duty in New York. Finally the struggling star gets some steady work.
Spielberg, Stallone, Sarandon, Somers, Stone, Sajak ... The first of the baby boomers (not just those whose names begin with S) turn 60. Prepare for many more years of sold-out Streisand and Stones concerts with skyrocketing seat prices.
Glam rock has-been Gary Glitter is convicted of underage sex and imprisoned in Vietnam. On the bright side, the NFL bans his totally overplayed "Rock and Roll Part 2" from stadiums. Maybe Glitter can teach his cell-mates the chorus. "Da da da da da da da, Hey!"
Suri Cruise is born April 18. So are many, many exciting conspiracy theories pertaining to her creation. Our favourite has to do with the spirit of L. Ron Hubbard descending upon the virgin Tom.
Paris Hilton's sweaty pal Brandon Davis rants drunkenly on camera, referring to Lindsay Lohan as a "firecrotch." Hilton giggles uncontrollably.
Accomplished Jew-baiter Mel Gibson lets loose a string of anti-Semitic slurs while under arrest on suspicion of drunk driving. Let the healing begin.
Canadian TV personality (and wannabe tell-all book writer) Mary Jo Eustace reportedly barred from the MuchMusic Video Awards while her ex, Dean McDermott, is inside with new wife Tori Spelling. It's the C-list catfight of the year.
U.S. comedian and actor Michael Richards launches a racial tirade during a performance at the Laugh Factory in Los Angeles, after losing his temper with some African American hecklers. His outburst is only tempered by the fact that he doesn't call them "sugartits."
David Copperfield claims to find the fountain of youth among islands he purchased in the Bahamas. The world can now look forward to the illusionist's overhyped feats for centuries to come.
Anna Nicole Smith's son dies, opening up a new venue of income for her. Those tapes of her C-section are just so much more poignant interspersed with her sobs.
Britney Spears files for divorce and Kevin Federline's gravy train comes to an abrupt stop. His album sold at least 126 copies, so he'll be fine. (Mwah-hah-hah-hah.)
Britney affirms her status as a Yucky Mummy by conspicuously partying panty-less, making the rest of us wish we were born eye-less.
Miss USA is sent to rehab. Miss America puts down her voodoo doll and sighs while an evil smile slowly forms on her perfect lips.
Some say Borat led to Kid Rock filing for divorce from Pamela Anderson. Others say Rock being a slimy, ugly guy who was spotted wearing a T-shirt saying "Bro's Before Ho's" might have had something to do with it.
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Theatre
The Lord of the Rings opens at the Princess of Wales. It cost $28 million. $27.9 million went to pay for Galadriel's hat. The rest went for the 17 elevators, leaving nothing for the book, music and lyrics. It showed. After it closes in September, Galadriel's Hat goes on sale on eBay and brings in enough to finance the London production.
Hair premieres at CanStage. Quick, get the Rogaine. The mis-directors of this iconic '60s musical hired a cast so callow they barely reached the Age of Consent, let alone the Age of Aquarius.
Martin Short premieres his one-man show Fame Becomes Me. Sadly for Short, bad reviews also become him.
Legends! premieres at Royal Alex Theatre. Joan Collins was warmed-over Alexis; Linda Evans was Krystal Lite. The play was unspeakable. Maybe Galadriel's Hat could have saved it.
High Fidelity opens on Broadway but barely lasts a week. Critics rate it one of the Top 5 worst ideas for a musical.
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Television
CBC brass bump its flagship newscast The National for a slice of American reality TV. But The One quickly proves that it's not.
Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin is killed by a stingray. We already miss him poking sharp sticks into nests of venomous snakes.
The 13th season of Survivor gets everybody's knickers in a knot when we learn the tribes will be divided by race. Unfortunately the excitement quickly dies with the realization that deeply annoying participants unable to start a fire come in all colours.
As if Dr. Phil isn't exploitive enough, the show hits a new low: the Dr. Phil House, where a very dysfunctional family must live 24/7 in a home booby-trapped with cameras and the knowledge that the good doctor can walk in on them at any minute.
America's Next Top Model hits its own new low in its season premiere this fall, when it subjects the 21 contestants to a nude photo shoot. But we have no problem with that.
Bob Barker announces his retirement from The Price is Right after 35 years. Dogs and cats everywhere lick their neutered parts in defiance.
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Art and Architecture
June 14 is opening day for the Four Seasons Centre, the long-awaited opera house that seemed to forget about three of its four sides. The strongest praise for the structure comes in the form of, "Hey, it's better than not having an opera house!"
Perfume tycoon Ronald Lauder antes up an astonishing record $135 million (U.S.) for a single painting – by Gustav Klimt! Doesn't he know he can go to the art posters table at any student fair and pay 10 bucks for the same piece?
Meanwhile, the presumed priceless Mona Lisa takes a dip in value after spending time in the same room as Tom Hanks's hair in The Da Vinci Code.
The Art Gallery of Ontario attempts to court controversy by draping Julian Opie's stick-figure strippers throughout the dignified Henry Moore sculpture suite. Let's get naughty, the AGO is saying. Speak out! Complain! We dare you! Excuse me, but why all the yawning?
The fight between condo developers and residents at 48 Abell St. heats up. Condo development threatens to evict artists from West Queen West, the same artists who helped make the area so desirable in the first place.
Also in the works is a townhouse project called Bohemian Embassy, a name appropriated from the famous Yorkville coffeehouse that decades ago helped launch the careers of Margaret Atwood and others. Any chance the embassy can offer visas to the residents of 48 Abell?
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Dance
Tang Concubines fails to revive the Toronto Centre for the Arts. Perhaps due to an excess of spandex and sequins to rival any Church St. drag show for crude sexual appeal.
The Saint Petersburg State Male Ballet: Poplar-tall men with hairy chests wearing crinolines were preening ballerinas that might have been funny if they weren't so raffish.
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Food and Drink
Bandit becomes the first underwhelming North American wine to be sold in Tetra Paks – environmentally hostile glorified milk cartons – with many more to follow. We wish they came with straws.
With the non-existent reputation of Canadian haute cuisine on the line, celebrity chef Susur Lee builds an entire meal around a surprise ingredient – bacon – in one hour on Iron Chef: America, competing against Bobby Flay. The verdict? A tie! If only it had been Canadian bacon.
The tapas trend takes Toronto, but few restaurants know how to do it well. The good news? Even if the dish is disappointing, you won't have much left over.
Celebrity hangout Sassafraz burns down. Which, on the upside, makes for one day when the food is actually hot there.
TANNIS TOOHEY / TORONTO STAR Email story
Sure, there were a lot of terrific things that happened this year. But before we get to the nice, let's pay respects to the naughty.
Beginning Tuesday, the Star's A&E section will begin its annual parade of the most notable achievements of 2006. Our team of critics and experts will cast their eyes back over the year that almost was, and give us dozens of reasons why 2006 is a year that deserves to be remembered.
But first, consider these 68 reasons why this year is best forgotten.
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Movies
Karla, based on the tale of Paul Bernardo and his charming wife, takes a brief detour on its direct-to-DVD route and opens in theatres.
Crash wins Best Picture at the Academy Awards, giving hope to thousands of film school students who've also written banal diatribes on race relations in the format of Magnolia.
Zoom, a Tim Allen movie rated 0% on Rottentomatoes.com and the second-worst movie of all time on the Internet Movie Database, behind only Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj, gives us one more reason to stay away from the multiplex.
S.O.A.P. suds: Snakes on a Plane disappoints at the box office. Those motherf--ing computer geeks with their motherf--king homemade trailers and mash-ups and brilliant ideas don't go to motherf--king movie theatres.
Death of a President, about the fictional assassination of George W. Bush, ignites controversy after Toronto film festival premiere. Turns out D.O.A.P. is about as incendiary as S.O.A.P.
Jackass Number Two opens and, to celebrate, Steve-O takes a piss on the red carpet. A step up, we suppose, from filmmakers who simply piss on the audience.
Most laughable line from a dramatic movie: "I like my men like I like my steak. Tough and local." That's Betty, the bad-tempered waitress and central character in Canadian stinker Black Eyed Dog.
Borat opens. Is nice for many lawyer who can work now for all racist, stupid people that are in that moviefilm and sue for moneys.
Rocky returns. Somebody get the defibrillator.
Another inconvenient truth: A report confirms that film and television production is the second-most polluting industry in California. The most is Mel Gibson's mouth.
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Gaming
A cabbie's death is blamed, in part, on the videogame Need for Speed, found in the front seat of one of the cars driven by 18-year-old alleged street racers on Mount Pleasant Rd. Meanwhile, marine biologists attribute aggressive behaviour in whales to the growing popularity of Electroplankton.
Left Behind: Eternal Forces, the Christian video game based on the series of novels about the Rapture, is released. The game lets the player "use the power of prayer to strengthen your troops in combat and wield modern military weaponry throughout the game world." Which, coincidentally, is Bush's exact strategy for Iraq.
The PlayStation 3 is unleashed and so is the worst of human covetousness, anger and line-rage.
Apparently forgetting that videogame players are totally uncoordinated in the real world, Nintendo offers to replace faulty Wii straps that cause the controller to fly off the player's hand and right into that $8,000 plasma TV or grandma's eye.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Media
Bloggers post photographs of a fight between driver and cyclist in Kensington Market, helping it become an international incident. Then they go back to writing about their hangnails.
At least 15 people die during riots in Nigeria over the Muhammad cartoon crisis. Millions gain a newfound appreciation for Family Circus.
The actor portraying an annoying Scotsman berating people for spilling their Alexander Keith's is charged with possessing and making child pornography. Unfortunately this does not bring to an end idiotic beer advertising.
Blu-ray high-definition DVD player launches, joining HD-DVD in not selling much as consumers wait to see which will be the Betamax.
Popular Youtube personality Lonelygirl15 is revealed to be a fictional teaser for an upcoming film. The movie is called Fictional Teaser.
Google buys YouTube for (U.S.) $1.65 billion. Next up on Google's plan for world domination? A search engine implanted directly into retinas. Instead of pressing "I'm feeling lucky," simply smack your forehead.
Mean-spirited gossip blogger Perez Hilton (aka Mario Lavandeira) sued for $7.5 million by a photo agency for copyright infringement. Somebody ought to scrawl "Hi, I'm screwed!" next to his smirky mug.
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Books
The Smoking Gun exposes author James Frey's alleged fibs in his bestselling memoir A Million Little Pieces with the article "A Million Little Lies." Oprah gets very, very angry. Fortunately for Frey this crisis is soon overshadowed by her not being invited to TomKat's wedding.
The Juice is back! O.J. Simpson announces plans (later canned) for a book and TV special detailing how he would have murdered ex-wife Nicole Simpson and her friend Ron Goldman. Totally hypothetical, of course.
The last Lemony Snicket book is released, meaning overgrown kids everywhere must now rely on Harry Potter for their kid-lit fix.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Music
Virgin's V-fest, oddly timed to overlap with the crowded film festival, cuts short headliners The Flaming Lips when concert runs behind schedule. Not even billionaire entrepreneur Richard Branson is willing to fight the Toronto islanders over the noise curfew.
The 1 billionth song is purchased from the Apple iTunes Store on Feb. 23. Coincidentally, so is the 10 trillionth illegally downloaded song.
Paul McCartney turns 64. As a special treat his estranged wife Heather "I never showed my naughty bits for money" Mills announces she will only be seeking $500 trillion and a baby seal in support.
The release of Madonna's two-hour DVD documentary I'm Going to Tell You a Secret is built around her 2004 Reinvention Tour. The real secret? She's just another middle-aged mom desperately looking for the meaning of life.
The Who kicks off another comeback tour in Philadelphia. Other rocking boomers well past their best-before dates phone their agents.
Janet Jackson shamelessly flaunts her near-naked self on at least a dozen magazine covers and with some explicit shots on inside pages to sell the pitiful 20 Y.O. Thank God it didn't work.
"Weird" Al Yankovic's new CD Straight Outta Lynwood features the single "Canadian Idiot," an apparent license for hundreds of young Americans to paste together Youtube videos poking fun at shopworn Canuck clichés like moose and hockey and igloos. Soooooooooo funny. Like those beavers in the Bell commercials. Can't get enough of them. They're special. And Canadian.
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Celebrity
Shiloh Jolie-Pitt is born in Namibia. Madame Tussauds gets to work on a wax replica. (No, really.)
Boy George reports for garbage duty in New York. Finally the struggling star gets some steady work.
Spielberg, Stallone, Sarandon, Somers, Stone, Sajak ... The first of the baby boomers (not just those whose names begin with S) turn 60. Prepare for many more years of sold-out Streisand and Stones concerts with skyrocketing seat prices.
Glam rock has-been Gary Glitter is convicted of underage sex and imprisoned in Vietnam. On the bright side, the NFL bans his totally overplayed "Rock and Roll Part 2" from stadiums. Maybe Glitter can teach his cell-mates the chorus. "Da da da da da da da, Hey!"
Suri Cruise is born April 18. So are many, many exciting conspiracy theories pertaining to her creation. Our favourite has to do with the spirit of L. Ron Hubbard descending upon the virgin Tom.
Paris Hilton's sweaty pal Brandon Davis rants drunkenly on camera, referring to Lindsay Lohan as a "firecrotch." Hilton giggles uncontrollably.
Accomplished Jew-baiter Mel Gibson lets loose a string of anti-Semitic slurs while under arrest on suspicion of drunk driving. Let the healing begin.
Canadian TV personality (and wannabe tell-all book writer) Mary Jo Eustace reportedly barred from the MuchMusic Video Awards while her ex, Dean McDermott, is inside with new wife Tori Spelling. It's the C-list catfight of the year.
U.S. comedian and actor Michael Richards launches a racial tirade during a performance at the Laugh Factory in Los Angeles, after losing his temper with some African American hecklers. His outburst is only tempered by the fact that he doesn't call them "sugartits."
David Copperfield claims to find the fountain of youth among islands he purchased in the Bahamas. The world can now look forward to the illusionist's overhyped feats for centuries to come.
Anna Nicole Smith's son dies, opening up a new venue of income for her. Those tapes of her C-section are just so much more poignant interspersed with her sobs.
Britney Spears files for divorce and Kevin Federline's gravy train comes to an abrupt stop. His album sold at least 126 copies, so he'll be fine. (Mwah-hah-hah-hah.)
Britney affirms her status as a Yucky Mummy by conspicuously partying panty-less, making the rest of us wish we were born eye-less.
Miss USA is sent to rehab. Miss America puts down her voodoo doll and sighs while an evil smile slowly forms on her perfect lips.
Some say Borat led to Kid Rock filing for divorce from Pamela Anderson. Others say Rock being a slimy, ugly guy who was spotted wearing a T-shirt saying "Bro's Before Ho's" might have had something to do with it.
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Theatre
The Lord of the Rings opens at the Princess of Wales. It cost $28 million. $27.9 million went to pay for Galadriel's hat. The rest went for the 17 elevators, leaving nothing for the book, music and lyrics. It showed. After it closes in September, Galadriel's Hat goes on sale on eBay and brings in enough to finance the London production.
Hair premieres at CanStage. Quick, get the Rogaine. The mis-directors of this iconic '60s musical hired a cast so callow they barely reached the Age of Consent, let alone the Age of Aquarius.
Martin Short premieres his one-man show Fame Becomes Me. Sadly for Short, bad reviews also become him.
Legends! premieres at Royal Alex Theatre. Joan Collins was warmed-over Alexis; Linda Evans was Krystal Lite. The play was unspeakable. Maybe Galadriel's Hat could have saved it.
High Fidelity opens on Broadway but barely lasts a week. Critics rate it one of the Top 5 worst ideas for a musical.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Television
CBC brass bump its flagship newscast The National for a slice of American reality TV. But The One quickly proves that it's not.
Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin is killed by a stingray. We already miss him poking sharp sticks into nests of venomous snakes.
The 13th season of Survivor gets everybody's knickers in a knot when we learn the tribes will be divided by race. Unfortunately the excitement quickly dies with the realization that deeply annoying participants unable to start a fire come in all colours.
As if Dr. Phil isn't exploitive enough, the show hits a new low: the Dr. Phil House, where a very dysfunctional family must live 24/7 in a home booby-trapped with cameras and the knowledge that the good doctor can walk in on them at any minute.
America's Next Top Model hits its own new low in its season premiere this fall, when it subjects the 21 contestants to a nude photo shoot. But we have no problem with that.
Bob Barker announces his retirement from The Price is Right after 35 years. Dogs and cats everywhere lick their neutered parts in defiance.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Art and Architecture
June 14 is opening day for the Four Seasons Centre, the long-awaited opera house that seemed to forget about three of its four sides. The strongest praise for the structure comes in the form of, "Hey, it's better than not having an opera house!"
Perfume tycoon Ronald Lauder antes up an astonishing record $135 million (U.S.) for a single painting – by Gustav Klimt! Doesn't he know he can go to the art posters table at any student fair and pay 10 bucks for the same piece?
Meanwhile, the presumed priceless Mona Lisa takes a dip in value after spending time in the same room as Tom Hanks's hair in The Da Vinci Code.
The Art Gallery of Ontario attempts to court controversy by draping Julian Opie's stick-figure strippers throughout the dignified Henry Moore sculpture suite. Let's get naughty, the AGO is saying. Speak out! Complain! We dare you! Excuse me, but why all the yawning?
The fight between condo developers and residents at 48 Abell St. heats up. Condo development threatens to evict artists from West Queen West, the same artists who helped make the area so desirable in the first place.
Also in the works is a townhouse project called Bohemian Embassy, a name appropriated from the famous Yorkville coffeehouse that decades ago helped launch the careers of Margaret Atwood and others. Any chance the embassy can offer visas to the residents of 48 Abell?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dance
Tang Concubines fails to revive the Toronto Centre for the Arts. Perhaps due to an excess of spandex and sequins to rival any Church St. drag show for crude sexual appeal.
The Saint Petersburg State Male Ballet: Poplar-tall men with hairy chests wearing crinolines were preening ballerinas that might have been funny if they weren't so raffish.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Food and Drink
Bandit becomes the first underwhelming North American wine to be sold in Tetra Paks – environmentally hostile glorified milk cartons – with many more to follow. We wish they came with straws.
With the non-existent reputation of Canadian haute cuisine on the line, celebrity chef Susur Lee builds an entire meal around a surprise ingredient – bacon – in one hour on Iron Chef: America, competing against Bobby Flay. The verdict? A tie! If only it had been Canadian bacon.
The tapas trend takes Toronto, but few restaurants know how to do it well. The good news? Even if the dish is disappointing, you won't have much left over.
Celebrity hangout Sassafraz burns down. Which, on the upside, makes for one day when the food is actually hot there.
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