Results tagged “beverly”

Just moments ago, in a letter to its members, the WGA announced that writers have voted by a 92.5% margin to lift the “restraining order” and officially end the strike. The move comes on Day 100 of the labor dispute.

Phillyist prepared to party by doing the hustle, lighting the lights, shopping up a storm, and... visiting Khrushchev?

Protest over national vs. regional chains, the never-ending debate over the place of cars and bicycles in our metropolises, professional sports scandals, remembering a solemn day, and being issued a search warrant - it all happened across our sites this week!

There was very little else for Londonist to be concerned with when the threat of a Tube strike became a very unpleasant reality. The inconvenience was extreme: there aren't many alternatives to the Tube in London despite the best efforts of the Londonist team to get everyone from A to B. Brighter news came in the form of the first ever female Yeoman Warder, or Beefeater as the position is more commonly known, and several smiles as well as lots of cash were raised by some plucky urban ironing. London is apparently full of lies and whales: one of these things is true. We leave that up to you to figure out.

Gasp!

-- Clueless and Mean Girls: Jane Austin's Emma interpreted via a mid-'90s Beverly Hills screens first, starring Paul Rudd (Eee!) and a pre-PETA Alicia Silverstone. Tina Fey's ode to high school bitches follows, starring a pre-coked out Lindsey Lohan. Starts at 7:30 p.m. at the Bridge Theater, 3010 Geary (at Blake); $7.

? Cringe! We were so young!

Don't worry, he's still dead. But the deceased Bible salesman's ghost drifted through the minds of a few characters at SF State's graduation last weekend, startling an out-of-towner named, for real, Earl Clampett.

Here's todays sports news

Spring appears to have, er, sprung, at least temporarily, in most of the Ist-A-Verse, so naturally, we're all feeling pretty good. (Yes, we know that spring doesn't officially start till later this month. Just let us enjoy our weather!) And that makes us that much more eager to share all of the nifty things we're up to...

Please excuse us. We need to take issue with an article, "French roast brews, sip for sip" in today's Los Angeles Times.

We have to admit we don't take the Stinking Rose --"a garlic restaurant"-- too seriously: the only time we went there was on a Valentine's Day, and our date was with a group of people without dates. The choice of the Stinking Rose, Beverly Hills branch, of course was intended as irony. We were free to eat garlic that evening. Lemons, meet lemonade.

Opening at the Lumiere tonight is Larry Clark's latest, Wassup Rockers. Larry has made a career of getting under the skin of American teenagers, from his photography work in "Tulsa," through movies like Kids, Bully and Ken Park. Like Kids, Rockers attempts to blend straight fiction with cinema verite. The protagonists of the movie -- young latino boys living in South Central -- portray themselves, and many of the situations in the movie were derived from their real life experiences. If you get the feeling that it sounds like "Kids II: Electric Boogaloo," you wouldn't be far off the mark.

While today's elections should prove less depressing than the last presidential one, you can always use a few laughs, right?

Yeah, San Francisco's nice, we guess. But you know what it REALLY needs? Parking garages. Yeah, get rid of that stupid Yerba Buena garden, and that useless Golden Gate Park, and that , smelly Mission. We're sick of coffee shops, park benches, covenience stores, murals, and jerks like Supervisor Daly (who's sponsoring legislation that would prevent construction of free-standing parking garages in SF, and limit apartment-building parking spots) who are blind to the unadorned beauty of a squat concrete bunker that reeks of gasoline and pigeon droppings.

We were going to make this post short and simple: Watch "Arrested Development tonight, dammit!" But we realized that while we've made frequent pleas for that in the past, the show's demise still seems imminent. Our powers of TV-viewing persuasion aren't as strong as we'd thought.

SFist interviews Michael Maxfield aka Pink Man on the unicycle

and that it's not in reference to Ian Ziering (as the Sports Guy on ESPN put it- "when you've worked with Eastwood, Freeman, Ziering and Morita in a 10-year span…that's a career."). Also being released today is Moolaadé, a cheery holiday movie about female genital mutilation. Sounds like a perfect movie for that post-New Year's Hangover.