Charlie Sheen dumped via text message

Charlie Sheen's girlfriend Bree Olson has dumped him via text message.

The unemployed actor revealed that the porn star had walked out on him, as he took to the stage for his one-man show in Florida.

Asked by an audience member how he and his "goddesses" were getting on, he replied: "Not well, because one left."

The 45-year-old actor, who had given away a large quantity of tickets to fans via his Twitter account, was briefly joined on stage by retired basketball star Dennis Rodman.

He also had some words of wisdom for troubled actress Lindsay Lohan, declaring: "I would hug her and let her know it's going to be OK."
But not everyone in Fort Lauderdale was glad to see the former Two and a Half Men star.

A small group of women protested outside the venue, carrying signs featuring messages such as "Stop degrading women" and "Go home Charlie Sheen".

Source: musicrooms.net


Complainant fears attack, files GDs against SQ family

Chittagong, April 25: Abu Taher Uddin, a complainant of a case, lodged 12 General Diaries (GD) in separate police stations of the port city against eleven persons, including wife, brothers and sons of Salauddin Quader Chowdhury fearing attacks on him.

The names Taher mentioned in the GDs are Salauddin Quader Chowdhury's wife Farhat Quader Chowdhury, his sons Fiachh Quader Chowdhury and Humman Quader Chowdhury, his brothers Gias Uddin Quader Chowdhury, Saifuddin Quader Chowdhury and Jamal Uddin Quader Chowdhury, Chittagong city unit BNP president Ameer Khasru Mahmud Chowdhury, general secretary Dr Shahdat Hossain, north district general secretary Aslam Chowdhury and BNP leader Ershad Ullah and Abul Hashem Raju.

In the GDs, Taher stated that he was the complainant of a sedition case against Salauddin Quader Chowdhury. On January 19, the hearing date of the case, he went to the Chittagong Judicial Magistrate Court while Salauddin was brought before the court.

During the time Taher said some 100 supporters, including the named persons in the GDs attacked him leaving him injured.

On the day, they also threatened him to kill at any cost, Taher mentioned in the GDs.

He said the next hearing date of the case is scheduled on April 26. On the day, the prime minister also is scheduled to visit here. So, he apprehended that the named persons might try to attack him and make unrest in the city, he added.

Abu Taher told The Daily Star that the followers of Salauddin are threatening him over phones frequently.

Deputy Commissioner of Police (Chittagong north) Amena Begum said they are probing the matter and proper steps would be taken if the allegation is found.

The police stations are Karnaphuli Police Station, Chandgaon, Halishahar, Patenga, Khulshi, Phartali, Double Mooring, Bkalia, Bayejid, Panchlaish, Panchlaish, Bnadar and Kotwali Police Station.

Source: The Daily Star

Two Indian ships arrive in Ctg

Chittagong, April 25: Two ships of Indian Coast Guard arrived in Chittagong port yesterday on a five-day goodwill visit to Bangladesh.

Twenty-five officials and 155 crewmen were aboard the two ships named Vajra and Raziya Sultana, said a press release of Bangladesh Coast Guard.

The Indian Coast Guard personnel will pay courtesy call on high-ranking civil and military officials of Chittagong during their visit.

They will also participate in different activities of Bangladesh Coast Guard and conduct a joint sea exercise with the ships.

Source: The Daily Star

Freedom fighter among 6 killed in road crashes

Dhaka, April 25: Six people including a freedom fighter were killed and 50 others injured in road accidents in Nilphamari and Panchagarh yesterday and Saturday.

UNB from Panchagarh reports: A freedom fighter was killed after a tractor hit his motorcycle at Karatoa bridge in Debiganj upazila Saturday evening.

Naba Kumar Roy, 65 of Debiduba union of the upazila, died on the spot. He was Debiduba union unit commander of Bangladesh Muktijoddha Shangshad.

Another man was killed after being hit by a bus at Magurmari intersection in Tentulia upazila, Panchagarh on Saturday afternoon.

Tariqul Islam, 35, a rock trader and son of Abdul Kader of Debnagar village of the upazila, died on the spot.

Our Nilphamari correspondent says: Four people were killed and 50 others wounded as a BRTC bus fell into a ditch at Golahat in Syedpur of the district yesterday.

Dead are Amena Begum, 38, her daughter Rupali Begum Rupa, 22, and an unidentified man aged about 60 of Thakurgaon and Noman, 25, of Birganj, Dinjapur.

Thirty-five of the injured were admitted to Syedpur hospital, and 16 of them were shifted to Rangpur Medical College Hospital in critical condition. Others received first aid at different private clinics.

Source: The Daily Star

Rap music inspires Libyan rebels to defeat Gadhafi

AP, AJDABIYA, Libya, April 25: Libyan rebel fighter Jaad Jumaa Hashmi cranks up the volume on his pickup truck's stereo when he heads into battle against Moammar Gadhafi's forces.

He looks for inspiration from a growing cadre of amateur rappers whose powerful songs have helped define the revolution.

The music captures the anger and frustration young Libyans feel at decades of repressive rule under Gadhafi, driving the 27-year-old Hashmi forward even though the heavy machine gun bolted on the back of his truck — and other weapons in the rebel arsenal — are no match for Gadhafi's heavy artillery.

"It captures the youths' quest for freedom and a decent life and gives us motivation," Hashmi said as he sat in his truck on the outskirts of the front line city of Ajdabiya. He was listening to "Youth of the Revolution," which the rap group Music Masters wrote just days after the uprising began in mid-February.

"Moammar, get out, get out, game over! I'm a big, big soldier!" sang 20-year-old Milad Faraway, who started Music Masters with his friend and neighbor, 22-year-old Mohammed Madani, at the end of 2010.

Rather than grabbing AK-47s and heading to the front line with other rebels to fight Gadhafi's forces, Faraway and Madani stayed in Benghazi, the de facto capital of rebel-held eastern Libya, and picked up a microphone.

"Everyone has his own way of fighting, and my weapon is art," said Faraway, a geology student, during a recent recording session in a small room on the fourth floor of an aging apartment building in downtown Benghazi. The room was equipped with little more than a microphone, stereo and computer.

The room was decorated with a large red, black and green rebel flag and a framed photo of the Guns N' Roses guitarist Slash. Faraway and Madani smoked cigarettes and sipped steaming glasses of sweet tea as they recorded lyrics for their latest song, a tribute to cities caught up in the revolution.

The freewheeling rap scene developing in Benghazi indicates how much has changed in eastern Libya in the past two months. Speaking out against Gadhafi before the rebellion used to mean prison and maybe even death. And rap, like other forms of Western culture, was despised by Gadhafi, who burned foreign musical instruments and books after he seized power in 1969.

"I always wanted to talk about Gadhafi's mistakes and crimes, but we never had the chance for free speech," said Madani, who is the son of a famous local singer in Benghazi and works part-time in his family's cell phone and car parts shops. "All you could talk about was how good Gadhafi's revolution was."

Faraway, who like many rappers in Benghazi is known by his nickname, "Dark Man," and Madani, aka "Madani Lion," form the core of Music Masters, but the composition of the group has changed over time. One of the rappers quit just after the uprising started because he feared being targeted by Gadhafi's thugs, Madani said. The group recently added 24-year-old Rami Raki, aka "Ram Rak," who grew up in Manchester, England.

Many of the songs that Music Masters and other groups have recorded in the past two months feature rapid fire lyrics reminiscent of Eminem. The lyrics ridicule Gadhafi and lambast him for his treatment of the country in the past four decades.

"Gadhafi, open your eyes wide and you will see that the Libyan people just broke through the fear barrier," sang the group Revolution Beat in their song "17 February," a reference to the so-called "Day of Rage" when protesters took to the streets in several towns and clashed with security forces.

Roughly a dozen rap songs recorded since the start of the rebellion have been put on CDs with rebel-inspired album covers and are available for sale in downtown Benghazi. One cover has a drawing of fighters on a captured Gadhafi tank flying the rebel flag.

Some of the songs mix Arabic and English, a testament to the American origins of rap. When the rappers perform in public, which is rare, they wear baggy pants, T-shirts and baseball caps typical of many American rappers.

Rap is not the only style of music that has been used to create anthems for the revolution, but Mutaz al-Obeidi, a 23-year-old member of Revolution Beat, said it was uniquely positioned to appeal to Libya's youth.

"Rap is more popular than rock and country among the young people in Libya because it expresses anger and frustration," said al-Obeidi, an English student, standing in a small recording studio in the official rebel media center in Benghazi that is used by Revolution Beat.

"The guys at the media center contacted us and said you guys have a rap group and we want rap to be part of the revolution," said Youssef al-Briki, 24, who started Revolution Beat with Islam Winees, 21, in 2007, but originally called the group Street Beat.

Al-Briki, aka "SWAT," works as a garbage man, and Winees, known as "A.Z.," is a small-time businessman. Both have the tough-guy vibe of gangsta rappers and expressed admiration for Tupac Shakur, who was shot and killed in Las Vegas in 1996. 

Metallica dusts off classics for desert metal fest

Reuters, INDIO, California, April 25: The appeal of heavy metal has always lain in its traditions, which are all self-reflexively hokey enough to almost be clichés: the black shirts, the songs about death, the wheeldillee-deedillee guitar solos.

Call the first-ever U.S. edition of The Big 4 (the Metallica-headlined daylong metal fest previously held only overseas) a return to tradition, then, as generations of fans descended on the desert to pay homage to the masters of metal, mostly with a beer in one hand and devil horns thrown with the other.

That's not meant to be condescending but rather admiring: this was a cult event on the grandest scale, as over 60,000 estimated attendees with an extremely noticeable all-for-one mindset gathered for similarly structured music all on one stage. (Compare that to the previous weekend's Coachella festival in the same location, with roughly 15,000 more people, all running in majorly disparate directions.) Even within the genre, the lineup didn't diversify: openers Anthrax, Slayer and Megadeth are all admirable, decades-long carriers of the shreddy, loud/fast/aggressive metal flag -- no cheesy pop, silly nu-metal or any rap-rock hybrid stuff allowed.

Given the focused lineup, it's no surprise the bands delivered, each more crowd-pleasing than the next. Ageless Anthrax guitarist Scott Ian wailed his way through "Among the Living," with bemulleted singer Joey Belladonna bringing a half mic-stand into the audience to allow the crowd to scream along. Megadeth's frontman Dave Mustaine is still snarky and speedy; "Wake Up Dead" was blistering and precise. Of the openers, Slayer were the headbangiest of them all, face-blasting their way through "Dead Skin Mask" and "Raining Blood" before closing with the anthemic "Angel of Death."

But the night unquestionably belonged to the headliners, who delivered a career-spanning, possibly career-defining set that clarified why they've been able to maintain their relevance for so long: simply, it's diversity, stupid. Emerging onto their two-story stage to an Ennio Morricone spaghetti-western theme, the band plunged into the early '80s with "Creeping Death," guitarist/singer James Hetfield employing the crowd into rally-cry "hey-hey-heys." But unlike some of the openers, it wasn't all how-fast-can-we-play-this-riff; guitarist Kirk Hammett still plays with ambition and delicacy even when he's searching for upper-register peaks, giving his playing a fluidity lacking in many of his contemporaries. It doesn't hurt that the songs are legitimate classics at this point, and the band barreled through nearly all of its best-known rockers, from the more recent "Fuel" (accompanied, of course, by plumes of fire and ear-shattering fireworks) back to 1988's "One," before closing out the set proper with "Enter Sandman," by far the biggest singalong of the day.

The encore began with an all-bands-on-deck encore cover of Diamond Head's obscure-to-non-metalheads stomper "Am I Evil," historic because it saw notorious rivals Hetfield and Mustaine both hugging and sharing a stage together. But even that shouldn't be considered all that surprising: as metalheads surely realize by now, when someone understands your traditions, you've got to embrace them, rather than push them away.

"Water for Elephants" a lost opportunity

Reuters, LOS ANGELES, April 25: A decorous, respectable adaptation of Sara Gruen's engaging best-seller, "Water for Elephants" would have come more excitingly alive with stronger doses of Depression-era grit and sexual spunk.

The 1931 circus setting and a love triangle involving three exceedingly attractive people provides a constant wash of scenic pleasure and the film's fidelity to its source will receive nodding approval from the book's many fans. But the vital spark that would have made the drama truly compelling on the screen is missing. The Fox release earned about $17.5 million during its first weekend in North American theaters.

Films about traveling circuses, and the often daring and dodgy people who worked in them, used to be relatively commonplace in American movies and it could be that the novelty of seeing such a troupe, traveling from one town to another on a train with dozens of performers, workers and lots of animals in tow, might be enough to captivate a fair share of people today, just as Gruen's 2006 novel did.

Furthermore, the central dilemma -- that of a beautiful woman caught between her debt to the circus impresario who plucked her from a dismal existence to make her a circus star as well as his wife and her mounting passion for a handsome young man who escapes a personal tragedy by joining the company -- may be well-worn but can always work in the right hands, and Reese Witherspoon, Robert Pattinson and Christoph Waltz are all more than up to the task.

So it's mostly a question of approach. Had the same story been made at the time it's set, one can easily imagine at least two distinct and equally effective potential takes on the tale: One, directed by Frank Borzage at Fox, could have been a exalted love story between two young people fated to be together despite the obstacles, while another, directed by Michael Curtiz at Warner Bros., would have been a punchy, down-and-dirty affair about lowlifes scraping by during the depths of the Depression.

In fact, had screenwriter Richard LaGravenese, who's done a mostly fine job whittling down the novel to fit comfortably within two hours' running time, settled in to watch a dozen early-1930s Warner Bros. films before writing, some hints of period slang, brassy attitude and regional accents might have profitably made their way into the chatter to provide an idea of the different vernacular in use then. Even a tiny change -- the man informing Pattinson's character of his parents' death at the outset states they were in a "car" accident rather than an "automobile" mishap, as in the book -- reveals a trace of fear about the receptivity of a modern audience to antiquated speech. And in those days, indelible character actors would have brought to life a score of insolent, wise-cracking, phrase-making secondary parts with just a few lines apiece.

Under Francis Lawrence's sleekly studied direction, everything has been smoothed out to the extent that even dire poverty does not seem entirely unappealing. Certainly the three leads never do. Looking 300 per cent better than he did in his last non-"Twilight" outing, "Remember Me," Pattinson is entirely convincing as Jacob, a Cornell veterinary school student who escapes from the ruin provoked by his parents' untimely death by almost inadvertently joining the circus.

Due to his imagined expertise with animals, Jacob is taken under wing by the owner and ringmaster of the Benzini Bros. Circus, August (Waltz), a mercurial fellow who's brought the company a long way since he took over and rightly keeps a watchful eye on his beautiful blond wife Marlena (Witherspoon), who rides the circus' top animal attraction, a stunning white horse.

Embraced and roughly treated by turn, Jacob earns a place with the outfit due to his knowledge of animals (his father had been a vet) and his help in recruiting and training a new star, a jumbo elephant named Rosie. Something of a highbrow himself, August delights in the college boy's company but can't help but notice the growing affection between his wife and the bereaved lad.

Although there are skirmishes from time to time, it takes nearly the entire film for matters to fully come to a head and the lack of complexity, danger and underlying tension becomes all too noticeable from the mid-point onwards. Once the climax does arrive, the spectacular scene is over and done with far too quickly, giving it a borderline perfunctory feel.

Waltz, in his first big film since soaring to prominence in "Inglourious Basterds," again scores strongly as a powerful middle-aged man who doesn't eliminate the snake in his grass before it's too late. As for Witherspoon, she's as fetching as ever as the platinum blonde any guy would want to catch. But when August insults Marlena as being of a "common type," it's clear Witherspoon needed to inject a bit of Jean Harlow into her characterization to emphasize the lower depths whence she came that can never be entirely erased. Despite the hard glances and suggestion of a working class accent, Marlena is still a shade too much the lady and not enough of a dame.

Hal Holbrook does a nice job framing the tale as an elderly Jacob telling the story to a modern circus worker, although by rights he should be narrating the whole thing, not Pattinson; again, modern audience sensibilities likely came into play.

Craft contributions are excellent, notably Rodrigo Prieto's lustrous cinematography, Jack Fisk's highly realized production design and Jacqueline West's resourceful costumes.

Crowe pays homage to Elton John, Leon Russell

Reuters. NEW YORK, April 25: At the end of Cameron Crowe's moving and eloquently simple documentary, "The Union," Elton John sings "You're never too old to hold somebody."

That lyric is entirely appropriate for a film that is one warm, extended embrace from the music legend to his idol, Leon Russell.

This chronicle of the making of John and Russell's 2010 Universal album of the same name is also a valentine from a filmmaker for whom music has always been an indispensable element of his movies. Reinforcing that connection, John began his live performance following the Tribeca Film Festival's opening-night screening with "Tiny Dancer," a song used to stirring effect in Crowe's 2000 feature, "Almost Famous."

The most visible directorial touch here is the split-screen employed to show the two musicians on opposite sides of a studio, or to juxtapose present-day images of them with their 1970s high style. Otherwise, Crowe's work is anything but intrusive. You get the sense he counts himself lucky just to be in the same room while these guys work. That congenial tone might make "The Union" a little reverential for non-fans, but it should find an eager audience of devotees on TV and DVD.

John toured with Russell back in the '70s, but the two had not seen each other in 38 years when they met again in Los Angeles to begin work on the album. John conceived the project as a tribute to a piano man and songwriter who was a major influence on him; his aim was to recapture the sound of Russell's vintage releases.

Produced by T-Bone Burnett, the result was listed by Rolling Stone among the top five albums of last year. It merges the expansive flavors of Russell's music -- combining rock 'n' roll, gospel, soul, blues, country -- with enveloping narratives and soaring sounds that evoke the golden years of John's songwriting collaboration with Bernie Taupin, another contributor to this album.

A 2011 inductee into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Russell had drifted into semi-obscurity before the album was made. At times he shows the watchful timidity of a hermit lured back into society. When John attempts to high-five him soon after their reunion, he says, "I don't know how to do that. That's some kind of sports thing, isn't it?" There's also a dry, self-effacing quality to his humor, and a notable lack of ego.

While his outfits might be less outre, Russell hasn't significantly altered his look in the four decades since he was heading Joe Cocker's band on the "Mad Dogs and Englishmen" tour. But while his curtain of hair, epic beard, spectacles and occasional top hat back then gave him the air of an intimidating hippie wizard, he's now a more benign, white-maned figure, accurately described by John as looking like God.

Both artists purveyed different brands of flamboyance back in their hey-days, illustrated by some fun archival footage. Seeing John in his red hot pants or Donald Duck costume never gets old. Crowe provides a brisk account of the incredible sweep of Russell's influence in a montage of hit songs from the '60s and '70s on which he played as a session musician.

While there's no attempt to create artificial tension in what's basically a love letter, the film acknowledges an interruption in the creative process as Russell underwent emergency brain surgery. His gradual recovery appears to be fueled by the music, peaking when some soulful backup singers enter the studio and start shoop-shooping, which has Russell stroking his beard with pleasure.

The tenderness John shows his collaborator is clearly genuine. Watching him overcome by emotion as Russell, not long out of hospital, sits at the piano and performs the gravelly hymn "In the Hands of Angels" for the first time, John seems less a music giant than a man acknowledging an enormous debt of gratitude.

Famous faces stop by during the writing and recording process: Booker T. Jones plays on one track, Brian Wilson sings harmonies, Stevie Nicks drops in and recalls opening for Russell with Lindsey Buckingham a few years before they formed Fleetwood Mac. But the film is above all a gesture from one musician to another, a heartfelt testament to the rewards of collaboration, and for John, an act of humble fandom.

"The Union" is dedicated to Reginald Dwight and Claude Russell Bridges, the birth names of its two subjects. That choice is fitting for a portrait that looks beyond the fame of either artist to provide intimate access to them as they return to their roots.

Rio" still No. 1 at world box office

Reuters, LOS ANGELES, April 25: "Rio" led the Easter box office in North America for a second weekend, and remained the top choice internationally for a third round as the worldwide haul for the Brazilian bird cartoon flew toward $300 million.

According to studio estimates issued on Sunday, "Rio" sold an estimated $26.8 million worth of tickets across the United States and Canada during the three days beginning April 22. After 10 days, the film has earned $81.3 million.

It also earned $44.2 million from 67 foreign markets, taking its overseas total to $204.7 million. The worldwide total stands at $286 million.

"Rio," which cost about $90 million to make, revolves around Blu, a rare blue macaw (voiced by Jesse Eisenberg), who returns home to Brazil after a coddled existence as a smuggled pet in the United States. It was released by 20th Century Fox, a unit of News Corp.

"Madea's Big Happy Family," the latest outing from prolific actor/writer/director Tyler Perry, opened at No. 2 in North America with $25.8 million.

The debut was in line with expectations but fell short of Perry's previous comedies about the brassy black woman. "Madea Goes to Jail" opened to $41 million in 2009, and "Madea's Family Reunion" to $30 million in 2006.

WOMEN RUSH TO NEW FILMS

As usual, the Lionsgate release played almost exclusively to older black women and was a major event in such cities as Chicago, Atlanta, Baltimore and Washington, D.C. Lionsgate is a unit of Lions Gate Entertainment Corp.

Fox's "Water for Elephants," a romantic drama starring Reese Witherspoon and "Twilight" hunk Robert Pattinson, came in at No. 3 with $17.5 million, also in line with expectations. Similarly, its appeal was to female fans of the underlying best-selling book by Sara Gruen.

Witherspoon, fresh from the costly Christmas flop "How Do You Know," stars as Depression-era circus performer who does stunts on an elephant. "Twilight" hunk Pattinson plays her forbidden lover. Top critics mostly ridiculed the film.

Also new, at No. 6, was the Walt Disney nature documentary "African Cats," with a respectable $6.4 million.

The Easter Bunny live-action/animated hybrid "Hop" slipped one place to No. 4 with $12.5 million in its fourth weekend; its total rose to $100.5 million. "Hop" was released by Universal Pictures, a unit of Comcast Corp-controlled NBC Universal.

The horror sequel "Scream 4" tumbled three to No. 5 with $7.2 million in its second weekend; the 10-day tally rose to $31.2 million -- still short of the opening-weekend tallies of either "Scream 3" or "Scream 2." The series was released by Dimension Films, a unit of the closely held Weinstein Co.