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| '); document.writeln ('Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:00:00 -0700'); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
| '); document.writeln (''); document.writeln("At the Albright-Knox, a great \'Beyo..."); document.writeln (''); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
| '); document.writeln("The entries flowed in from cities large and small: Toronto, Cleveland, Ithaca, London, Ont. In the end, almost a thousand of them had crossed the desk of Anna Kaplan, a curatorial assistant at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery and project manager for this year’s major biennial exhibition, “Beyond/ In Western New York.”"); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
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| '); document.writeln (''); document.writeln("Pergament: No decision yet on ̵..."); document.writeln (''); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
| '); document.writeln("This is what I’m thinking: • With only two Saturday nights left in A&E’s Buffalo- based series, “Confessions of a Matchmaker,” inquiring minds want to know if there will be a second season of the often comical adventures of dating Western New Yorkers being given advice by matchmaker Patti Novak."); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
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| '); document.writeln (''); document.writeln("Movies: The body snatchers return"); document.writeln (''); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
| '); document.writeln("It is, let me admit freely, the biggest chill I’ve ever felt in a moviehouse — not the biggest fright, but the most chilling, shuddery moment I’ve ever experienced at the movies. I was only a kid, it’s true, but the expression on Dana Wynter’s face after that final kiss in Don Siegel’s 1956 “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” has stayed in my head ever since."); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
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| '); document.writeln (''); document.writeln("Review: Revolver is 1995 redux"); document.writeln (''); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
| '); document.writeln("So here was the best of 1995, writ large. Remember back then? Recycled Black Sabbath riffs, run through a punk rock filter, were going to save us all from the cesspool that the pop version of alternative had become, and at the same time wipe out the nagging gnat in the face that was hair-metal. Then all these white guys started supposing they could rap, and the metal-heads got into bed with that, fusing their lousy version of metal with rap. Rock, with a few very alarming exceptions, has been stuck in this rut ever since."); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
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| '); document.writeln (''); document.writeln("Haskell loses bid in ‘Dance..."); document.writeln (''); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
| '); document.writeln("He was the hometown favorite, but in the end Neil Haskell of Clarence Center didn’t earn the top spot in the television competition “So You Think You Can Dance.”"); document.writeln (' | '); document.writeln ('
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