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<FONT FACE="Verdana"><B>This week at the Kenworthy Performing Arts Centre-<BR>
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</B><FONT COLOR="#800000"><H2>Rock School (R)<BR>
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<B>Friday, September 23<BR>
7:00 & 9:15 PM<BR>
Saturday & Sunday, September 24 & 25<BR>
4:45 & 7:00 PM<BR>
</B>Tickets $5/adult<BR>
<B>(see Review below)<BR>
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Next week at the Kenworthy Performing Arts Centre . . .<BR>
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<FONT SIZE="5"><B>m-pact in concert<BR>
</B></FONT><B>Friday, September 30<BR>
7:30 PM<BR>
</B>Tickets available at <I>BookPeople of Moscow<BR>
</I>$12/adult, $6/student with ID<BR>
<B>(more information below)<BR>
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Fall 2005 at the Kenworthy Performing Arts Centre<BR>
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<B>Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room<BR>
</B>Oct 7 - 9<BR>
Tickets $5/adult, $2/child under 13<BR>
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<B>Darol Anger Republic of Strings in concert<BR>
</B>October 27 at 7:30 PM<BR>
Tickets $16/adult, $12/senior or student<BR>
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Moscow Community Theatre presents<BR>
<B>Noodlehead<BR>
</B>November 3 - 5, 10 - 12 at 7:30 PM<BR>
November 6 & 12 at 2:00 PM<BR>
$11/adult, $9/student or senior<BR>
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<B>Regular Movie prices</B>: $5 adult, $2 child under 13 <BR>
KFS passes accepted year-round for Sunday movies!<BR>
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Coming in October: Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill, Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room, Mad Hot Ballroom, Darol Anger in concert<BR>
Check KPAC’s web site for dates & times. <FONT COLOR="#0000FF"><U>http://www.kenworthy.org<BR>
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<FONT SIZE="5">m-pact in concert<BR>
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</B>On <B>Friday, September 30 at 7:30 PM</B>, the Kenworthy Performing Arts Centre presents the group "<B>m-pact</B>" in concert on the historic downtown stage.<BR>
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m-pact's sophisticated sound weaves together the swing and style of The Manhattan Transfer, the hip jazz licks of Take 6, the percussive power of Stomp, the funk and drive of Earth, Wind & Fire, the moves and soul of Motown, and the brass bite of the Harry Connick Jr. Big Band. All created by the human voice alone. The San Francisco Chronicle calls m-pact "one of the best pop-jazz vocal groups in the world."<BR>
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m-pact has shared the stage with an impressive array of international recording artists ranging from Sheryl Crow, Liza Minnelli, Ray Charles, Natalie Cole, Kenny Loggins, Bobby McFerrin and Kenny G to The Maynard Ferguson Band. A self-contained "band without instruments," the group has won rave reviews across four continents and continues to dazzle audiences everywhere.<BR>
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Tickets for the show are $6 for children and students and $12 for adults and are on sale at Bookpeople, or by calling 208-882-4127. A $.50 per ticket charge will be added to MC or Visa orders.<BR>
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This event is made possible with the generous support of Avista Utilities, Moscow Food Co-op, and Eastside Marketplace and is funded in part by the Idaho Commission on the Arts, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Western States Arts Federation.<BR>
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For more information visit www.kenworthy.org or www.m-pact.com or call 208-882-4127.<BR>
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<B>This week’s review-<BR>
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<FONT COLOR="#800000"><H2>Rock School<BR>
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Directed by Don Argott<BR>
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Running time: 1 hour, 33 minutes<BR>
"Rock School" is rated R (Under 17, requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). The language is raw, and some scenes include uncomfortable adult-child dynamics.<BR>
<U>Advisory</U>: Frequent outbursts of profanity, adult conversations and lots of Frank Zappa songs.<BR>
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<B><I><U>As reviewed by Sean Axmaker writing for the Seattle Post-Intelligencer<BR>
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The credits roll to the strains of an impressive take on Carlos Santana's guitar solo on "Black Magic Woman." The film waits until we're duly impressed before the camera reveals the player: a diminutive 12-year-old boy with a guitar almost as tall as he is.<BR>
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Guitar phenom C.J. is the star pupil of the Paul Green School of Music, the Philadelphia music school that surely inspired the comedy "School of Rock." Dedicated to the "essentials" of '70s guitar rock anthems, it now numbers about 120 students ages 9 to 17. <BR>
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The soft-spoken C.J. is only one of a handful of students picked out in director Don Argott's portrait. He draws from the gifted (Madi, a teenage folkie from a Quaker background), the merely enthusiastic (9-year-old twins Asa and Tucker, would-be punks with more exuberance than aptitude), and the cordially hopeless (Will, the clinically depressed "Charlie Brown" of the school).<BR>
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All are upstaged by spotlight-loving founder Green, wannabe rock god and self-styled instructor/manager who confesses "I'm probably not qualified to teach." He's idiosyncratic to be sure, not to mention immature, and his approach spans from flippant frivolity to berating and teasing to screaming insults and throwing tantrums. <BR>
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Green's philosophy is that if no one tells kids that something is beyond them, then they have no reason to believe they can't rise to the occasion. And they do, culminating in a set of incredibly sophisticated, complex Frank Zappa songs by the school's best and brightest at the 2003 Zappanale (a German music festival dedicated to Zappa's music). <BR>
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It's a big enough film to hold all the contradictions. Green has an ego and a gift for stealing the spotlight with a wink and a grin. Yet his respect for the kids is genuine. The film -- like Green himself -- steps back from the teacher to see the apprentices take center stage and earn their applause.<BR>
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<B><I><U>As reviewed by Manohla Dargis writing for the New York Times<BR>
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There's one thing you can say about Paul Green, the extravagantly voluble, relentlessly belligerent, sometimes wearisome center of the nonfiction film "Rock School." He doesn't worry about picking on someone not his own size. If anything, to judge from the evidence in Don Argott's alternately hilarious and alarming documentary, Mr. Green's pedagogic style appears predicated on the idea that if you spare the insults, derision and eardrum-piercing assaults, you spoil the child. Then again, perhaps Mr. Green is simply trying to prepare his young charges for the inevitable hearing loss that comes with a life hooked to squealing electric guitars and fully cranked amplifiers. <BR>
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As Mr. Green eagerly explains in the film, Mr. Green is the founder and director of the Paul Green School of Rock Music. Mr. Green's establishment is essentially a music school with a Ray Davies kink: instead of sawing on violins, massacring classics out of the Suzuki method books, his students (ages 8 to 18) throttle electric guitars, bash drum kits and generally make like pint-size rockers. Forget Vivaldi; here, Ozzy rules, as do Zappa and Zeppelin. Mr. Green, who in the documentary admits that he always wanted to be a rock star, though a rock star circa 1972, does not seem to hold truck with much (maybe any) contemporary music. Hip-hop? Nah. The White Stripes? Nope. Brian May? Totally! <BR>
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Mr. Argott served as his own cinematographer on the film and perhaps as a consequence creates a comfortable intimacy with his primary subjects, who include a handful of Mr. Green's students. Among the chosen are 9-year-old twins, Asa and Tucker Collins, a singing Quaker named Madi Diaz-Svalgard (whom Mr. Green unkindly belittles for having the bad taste to like Sheryl Crow) and a mind-blowing 12-year-old guitar prodigy, C. J. Tywoniak, who summons up "Black Magic Woman" with Santana seriousness. The kids, seen in talking-head interviews and hanging out, practicing, practicing, practicing, are generally plucky and sometimes a bit heartbreaking, partly because there is something bleak, in a JonBenet Ramsey sort of way, about kids angling for stardom. <BR>
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Stardom may not be the main focus of Mr. Green's fast-growing enterprise. Still, watching this camera-hungry dynamo and overgrown adolescent - who is in his early 30's - hector his students for almost 93 minutes straight, then take one bow after another at the end of one of their concerts, it's hard not to think that you're either watching the ultimate stage mother and father rolled into one or a seriously, perhaps unhealthily, frustrated artist. Mr. Argott does not appear to have intentionally laid any traps for Mr. Green, but the dude blunders into them anyway. <BR>
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<B><I><U>As reviewed by Peter Hartlaub writing for the San Francisco Chronicle<BR>
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In a world filled with feel-good youth sports coaches who let everyone play and don't keep score, "Rock School" front man Paul Green's classes are about as kid-friendly as the mosh pit of a Metallica concert. <BR>
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Conducting children's music classes with absolutely no filter, Green tries to create the next generation of Van Halens and Zappas, with motivational speeches that range from funny and mean ("Don't look at your fingers. Girls look at their fingers. ... Do you want to be in the Bangles?") to just mean ("Just get the f -- out of here!"). <BR>
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That Green gets some positive results -- along with the inevitable destruction in his path -- makes for an occasionally thoughtful and very entertaining movie, with just enough over-the-top "The Great Santini"-style rants to distract audiences from all the unanswered questions about the school and the teacher's life. <BR>
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If it weren't a piece of nonfiction, "Rock School" would make a serviceable sequel to "The School of Rock." And although the real-life documentary doesn't acknowledge the 2003 comedy, it's pretty clear that Green was an influence on the Dewey Finn character -- even if Green looks more like Paul Giamatti than Jack Black. <BR>
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The flagship Paul Green School of Rock Music in Philadelphia -- Green recently set up a satellite school in San Francisco -- teaches classic rock to elementary and high school-age children, and his technique is coddling-free. Green talks to students as if they were adults, including profanity, put-downs and some jarringly blunt assessments of their abilities. <BR>
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"Rock School" follows Green's instruction of some beginners -- their recital is full of Black Sabbath covers, of course -- with most of the documentary focusing on his prized students, who work on more difficult Frank Zappa material in hopes of playing at a tribute festival in Germany. There's not much of a story arc, but the third act is still rewarding, filled with touching scenes of emotional bonding between the kids and some aging rockers. <BR>
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Green is a shameless self-promoter, and his awareness of the cameras will leave audiences wondering how many of his antics are an act. But even as the teacher's diatribes seem more and more inappropriate around the kids -- "She's better than you!" he shouts at one student -- it's hard not to notice how much his pupils respond to him, whether it's a preteen guitar prodigy or a depressive kid who will never have the musical talent to be a star. <BR>
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"Rock School" will have audiences thinking: With so many sheltering parents organizing soccer leagues where no one is allowed to lose, are kids better off with an authority figure who tells it like it is? <BR>
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<I>Film reviews researched and edited by Peter A. Haggart<BR>
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<B><I>Kenworthy Performing Arts Centre<BR>
</I>508 S. Main Street, Moscow, Idaho<BR>
</B>For more information, call 208-882-4127 or visit http://www.kenworthy.org<BR>
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