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Piñero, starring Benjamin Bratt. I vaguely recall some press about this movie back when it came out a few years ago, but finally got interested after I read a few of Miguel Piñero's poems. I won't claim to know a ton about the guy, and the movie focuses more on his inner demons than actual biographical fact, but the scene of him reciting the amazing poem "Seeking the Cause" makes the movie worth it.

And, for the record, this movie will really make you want to drop any alcohol habits for a long, long time.

I just saw the Mandy Moore show at the Roxy tonight. Beyond the fact their her new album, Wild Hope, is not doing that well, Mandy wanted to make it clear to all those in attendance that she couldn't care less about the singles from her early teen-princess career. When someone from the crowd requested "Walk Me Home," she responded with "I hate that song." She's a genuine talent with unmatched vocal skills, but as long as her songs don't achieve the same notoriety as "Candy" no one will give a (proverbial) shit. A bunch of irrelevnat celebs were in attendance, including Heidi from The Hills and the ever-popular Perez Hilton (he posted a review of the show as well).

I'd just like to point out that, as a 25 year-old elitist who primarily listens to metal and hardcore, that this is one of…

If you've just been dying to know which movie reviewer is most suited to your tastes, this site is entertaining. They only pick between, as best I can tell, 4 critics, but it'll at least reaffirm for most that rotten tomatoes is generally pretty spot-on.