Results tagged “saturdaynight”

Nobody likes to be stranded during the holiday season due to car trouble. Whether it's a dead battery, unexpected snowfall, or executing a 180-degree spin into the ditch alongside the 401 on the way back to the city, inclement weather and Murphy's Law often combine to make this a busy time of the year for auto clubs like CAA. Even beloved weekend movie hosts occasionally require their assistance.

Wouldn't your friends appreciate it more if you were present for dinner? Unless you are rewarding them, do you trust your friends and clients enough not to blow your credit limit in a swanky establishment such as this restaurant? Toronto was one of several Canadian cities featured in this late 1970s American Express campaign. All of the ads feature models who look too eager to serve cardmembers (check out Vancouver's entry). It's hard to...

Pity Mr. Businessman, so lacking in colour. He may have secured a lovely office set for his coworkers from a venerable North Toronto furniture supplier, but his grey demeanor led to his dismissal during a round of belt-tightening at A.T. & Love in 1980.

Toronto had a violent weekend with nine people shot and four of them killed, including an 11-year-old boy at a birthday party. Two more people were stabbed. Cue relatives wailing, Police Chief Bill Blair saying "this is unacceptable," and headlines like "Saturday Night Bloodbath." We’ve seen all this before. Solutions, anyone?

Have you entered our Hot Rod competition yet, readers? It's still running. You probably should enter, as it’s the most exciting film you could see this week, in our humble opinion. We really like Andy Samberg, you see. It’s so rarely worth struggling through an episode of Saturday Night Live just to see him (he’s so often wasted) but Hot Rod could be good! It really could!

To borrow a line from an old Saturday Night Live parody of Talking Heads frontman David Byrne's fashion sense, you may ask yourself "why such a big suit?"

One of the first things aspiring journalists learn is to keep themselves out of the story, if not completely, then as much as possible. "No one cares about you," is how one editor once put it.

June Callwood, the journalist and social activist dubbed by the CBC as "Canada's Conscience," succumbed to cancer this morning at 82.

After rumours and speculation, Arcade Fire recently announced that they would perform at Massey Hall on May 15 & 16. Both shows sold-out in less than a minute.

Next time you visit the library, take a look at the carpeting and furniture. Does it make you want to linger with a good book or run through the checkout as fast as possible?

When it launched in April of 2003 by real estate developer Christopher Bratty, Toronto-based men's magazine Toro was a critical darling. The glossy won two Folio Awards for design almost immediately, followed with four National Magazine Awards in 2004 (48 NMA nominations in total), then accolades for investigative journalism and fashion photography.

Anyone can make a digital short and then use the interweb to distribute it around the world. It helps if it's something that people want to watch and then tell their friends about, but spreads the message better than playing to 14 people in the back of a bar.

Well, after what could be considered a bit of a drought, there’s enough movies to choke a horse on release in Toronto this week; and that’s a horse which had previously won speed movie-eating competitions.

Let's look back at a week in which no site in the -ist network adopted anyone from Africa...

This week’s listings come at you one day late but better than ever. Ok, maybe not better than ever. More like as adequate as before.

Sarah Teitel is a woman, who on first introduction, is a dizzying whirlwind of talent and to say she wears more than one hat would be an extravagent understatement.

The only major release particularly worth recounting this week is the Wachowski brothers' V for Vendetta, and though it comes so shortly (you’d almost think they planned it!) after Natalie Portman’s sweary rap from Saturday Night Live went viral, the current reaction seems to be that even dudes who like bald chicks with dodgy English accents should just save up for a trip to Camden instead. The New York Times has a particularly nice piece on the beef Alan Moore, the author of the original graphic novel, has with the film, and it should clearly remind everyone to run out and buy everything he’s ever written, because it’s all the brilliant work of a genius.

- Curiously, recording artists Jamie Lidell (take a blue cd and multiply?), James Blunt (yuck.) and Bluth family member Tobias Funke all have an affinity for blue.

- The St. Clair streetcar issue is back on track. Or derailed, depending on your point of view. Two judges said Justice Matlow exhibited an "appearance of bias," and they weren't talking about the pirate hem dress he was sporting.

Just in time for Halloween, St. Joseph Media has driven the stake through the heart of Saturday Night magazine.

This weekend was brought to you by Kensington and the number 5. Okay, we made up the bit about the number 5, but Kensington was the august August weekend theme. From a long and endearing piece about Kensington kids in the Sunday Star to Pedestrian Sundays to Saturday Night in the market, Kensington was the word. So let's proceed with a short wrap up of the newly crazy Saturday Night scene.

- We've had too much of a popcorn summer - too much mugging Murray, and prattling Pitt and dervishy Depp. It's time for something slow, meandering and altogether beautiful. It's time we got to seeing the Wong Kar Wai epic we've been hearing about for years now. Thank goodness it has finally crawled into the theatre. 2046 takes us back to the world of Mr. Chow (Tony Leung) of In the Mood for Love. Sadly, life hasn't treated him well. Happily, Tony Leung is best when playing browbeaten.

Saturday, April 2, Gypsy Co-Op (817 Queen Street West): Celebrate the launch of Entrepôt, the proud brainchild of editor Benjamin Leszcz and Neil Rogachevsky. The Spring 2005 issue juxtaposes discussion of politics, polygamy, and a few too many Dylan references, but the combination of Leszcz's pragmatism and Rogachevsky's literary erudition is pleasing at very least.