Sam Eifling

11/19/2009 - By Sam Eifling

It’s not often that Little Rock has a chance to showcase its rave kids, an underground cult of disaffected vampires who congregate among the living at Discovery or the occasional midweek DJ set before slinking back to their glowstick-lit coffin chambers.

11/12/2009 - By Sam Eifling

It may sound derogatory to say that “The Box” feels like an old “Twilight Zone” episode expanded to two hours.

11/5/2009 - By Sam Eifling

There was a moment in the middle of the Coen brothers’ “A Serious Man” when I realized I’d synched up with the film in a most intimate fashion.

10/22/2009 - By Sam Eifling

After the second of two shows on the first weekend of the Ballet Arkansas Professional Dance Co.’s first performances as a company, new artistic director Arleen Sugano professed an emotion somewhere between triumph and relief.

10/1/2009 - By Sam Eifling

Somewhere in the Venn diagram of youth tastes, in the purple space between web nerds and hipsters and meatheads and ironic “Fangoria” quasi-Goths and no-shirts-with-overalls Coors drinkers, lies a Holy Grail of mass appeal called The Perfect Zombie Movie.

9/24/2009 - By Sam Eifling

The camera during the opening credits of “The Informant!” dwells lovingly on images of reel-to-reel tapes spooling and unspooling, to the rising swell of a lounge-style orchestra.

7/16/2009 - By Sam Eifling

Early in “Bruno” — the exceedingly vulgar, borderline traumatizing and altogether hilarious mockumentary starring Sacha Baron Cohen — the title character manages to screen a pilot of his celebrity news program for a focus group in California.

7/2/2009 - By Sam Eifling

“Away We Go” announces in its first scene that it’s aiming to be a different sort of romantic flick.

6/25/2009 - By Sam Eifling

The moments of greatest success in “Sin Nombre,” playing now, come in its depiction of immigrants scrambling to board a northbound Mexican freight train and in its foray into the den of the murderous street gang that claims dominion over that line.

6/25/2009 - By Sam Eifling

When Levon Helm, the favorite son of Turkey Scratch, Ark., and the drummer for the Band, rolled into Wildwood Park last weekend, the question wasn’t who would want to see him (everyone of a certain age in this state) it was, just who in Arkansas ponies up $125 and $200 for tickets to a show?