Metal Industrialists Hanzel und Gretyl return to Vancouver on Saturday October 21st with support from Bella Morte and SCHULZ. It's an early show, with doors at 7 for the fukken uber stylings of Vas and Loopy. This Red Room show will let out at 11 so that you can make it over to another venue in the area to see Fun 100, or Fuck Me Dead, The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets or Cum Soc who are all playing shows at more 'normal' times. Good way to pack in more show for your dollar.

Though, if you're easily offended, you may be better off giving this show a pass, and leave those of us who are more desensitized to enjoy the show.

When the were touring as support for Ministry in 2004, I managed to corner the entire band in the noisiest spot imaginable in the Commodore's dressing rooms. They were in need of sleep and showers, but they were accommodating.

A black comedy starring Vancouver's Fred Ewanuick and directed by Newfoundland's Mary Walsh. Ewaniuk portrays Newfoundland Ranger Andrew Hepditch in something of a Dudley Doright fashion, being both naive and clumsy. He's the butt of his unit's jokes, and they figure that they really got him when he's sent out to remote Swyers' Harbour to investigate a sheep shagging incident.

This is a surprisingly charming film at this year's Vancouver International Film Festival. If nothing else, it's the height of this year's non-angst-ridden English language features. Mrs. Palfrey checks into the Hotel California Claremont, and she never leaves... She finds adventure and romance living in this hotel that has definitely seen better days.

I went into this screening expecting Close to Home to be another Israeli border patrol documentary, only pointing the camera at female recruits. This fictionalization follows two women in their required national service and depicts them as being pretty much normal people with normal concerns.

This sort of film is the sort of thing that makes people hate the French.

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People have been calling this "Douglas Coupland's love letter to Vancouver" and going on and on about how this quirky film represents Vancouver in all ways. Well, that's what I was hearing from Toronto residents in the aftermath of the Toronto International Film Festival. As someone who has lived in Vancouver for the past decade, I'm not sure "love letter" is really appropriate.